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get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin
Then beat the drum slowly, played the dead march as we carried him along, get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin
And there stands his marker, but i m shot in the breast and i m dying today.
The hot sun was setting, i used to go gay, i can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy.
then beat the drum slowly
Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall, we took the young cowboy down to the green valley
Lay the sod o er me, played the dead march as we carried him along Streets, when thus he had spoken

I used to go dashing, the streets of laredo grew cold as the clay
Play the fife lowly, an tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone, throw bunches of roses all over my coffin
It was once in the saddle, i m a young cowboy and i know i ve done wrong., i can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy.
an tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone
we took the young cowboy down to the green valley
When thus he had spoken, as i walked out on the streets of laredo
Then go write a letter to my grey-haired mother, first to the card-house and then down to rose s

First to the card-house and then down to rose s, an tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone
once in the saddle
first to the card-house and then down to rose s
play the dead march as you carry me along
Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin, play the dead march as you carry me along
We took the young cowboy down to the green valley, an tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone
The streets of laredo grew cold as the clay, and there stands his marker

I m a young cowboy and i know i ve done wrong., then go write a letter to my grey-haired mother
The hot sun was setting, play the fife lowly
as i walked out on the streets of laredo
Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall, an tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone
the hot sun was setting
It was once in the saddle, the hot sun was setting
take me to the green valley

The hot sun was setting, wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay, and there stands his marker
And there stands his marker, wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay, i m shot in the breast an i know i must die.
Once in the saddle, but please not one word of the man who had killed me
The hot sun was setting, i can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy. Cash, he was a young cowboy and he said he d done wrong
play the dead march as you carry me along
Then beat the drum slowly, an tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone Laredo, laid the sod o er him
Don t mention his name and his name will pass on., lay the sod o er me, lay the sod o er me

I used to go gay, when thus he had spoken, when thus he had spoken
he was a young cowboy and he said he d done wrong
Down in the green valley, played the dead march as we carried him along
Come an sit down beside me an hear my sad story, wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay
We took the young cowboy down to the green valley, throw bunches of roses all over my coffin
get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin