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Streets of Laredo - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)
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 linen
Wrapped in white linen
As cold as the clay
Oh beat the drum slowly
And play the fife lowly
Sing the dead march
As you carry me along
Take me to the valley
Then lay the sod o'er me
I'm 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 boldly walked by
Come sit down beside me
And hear my sad story
Got shot in the breast
And 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 left him
Had gone to his maker the cowboy was dead
Oh beat the drum slowly
And play the fife lowly
Sing the dead march
As you carry me along
Take me to the valley
Then lay the sod o'er me
I'm a young cowboy
And know I've done wrong
