As I walked out in the streets of Laredo

As I walked out in Laredo one day

I spied a young cowboy dressed up in white linen

Dressed up in white linen as cold as the clay



He was a young cowboy in search of a homeland

He rode 'cross the ranges in search of a bride

His strength was his glory, so brave and so handsome

His weakness was gambling, his downfall was pride



O beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

He's gone to his maker this fair windy day

Sing the hymns sweetly

And place the flowers softly

For the young cowboy that lies here today



As I walked out in the streets of Laredo

As I walked out in Laredo one day

I spied a young cowboy dressed up in white linen

Dressed up in white linen as cold as the clay