Из альбома: The Very Best of Marty Robbins
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy, wrapped all in white linnen
Wrapped in white linnen, as cold as the clay
Oh beat the drum slowly, and play the fife lowly
Sing the death march as you carry me along
Take me to the valley, there lay the sod ore me
Im a young cowboy, and know I've done wrong
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
These words he did say, as I boldy walked by
Come sit down beside me , and hear my sad story
Got shot in the breast, and I know I must die
Go fetch me some water, a cool cup of water
To cool my parched lips, then the poor cowboy said
Before I returned, his spirit had lifted
Had gone to his maker, the cowboy was dead
Oh beat the drum slowly, and play the fife lowly
Sing the death march as you carry me along
Take me to the valley, there lay the sod ore me
Im a young cowboy, and know I've done wrong