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As I walked out in the streets of La-redo
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As I walked out in La-redo one day
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I spied a poor cowboy all wrapped in white linen
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All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay
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I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
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These words he did say as I boldly walked by
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Come sit down be-side me and hear my sad story
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Got shot in the breast and I know I must die
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'Twas once in the saddle I used to go dashing,
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'Twas once in the saddle I used to go gay.
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First down to Rosie's, and then to the card-house,
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Got shot in the chest, and I'm dying to-day.
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Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
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Sing the death march as you carry me along
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Take me to the valley then lay the sod o'er me
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I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
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Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin,
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Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall.
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Put bunches of roses all over my coffin,
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Roses to deaden the clods as they fall.
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Go fetch me some water a cool cup of water
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To cool my parched lips then the poor cowboy said
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Before I re-turned his spirit had left him
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Had gone to his Maker the cowboy was dead
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We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly
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And bitterly wept as we bore him along
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For we loved our comrade so brave, young and hand-some
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We all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong
