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As I walked out in the streets of Laredo |
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As I walked out in Laredo one day |
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I spied a young cowboy dressed up in white linen |
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Dressed up in white linen as cold as the clay |
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He was a young cowboy in search of a homeland |
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He rode 'cross the ranges in search of a bride |
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His strength was his glory, so brave and so handsome |
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His weakness was gambling, his downfall was pride |
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O beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly |
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He's gone to his maker this fair windy day |
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Sing the hymns sweetly |
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And place the flowers softly |
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For the young cowboy that lies here today |
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As I walked out in the streets of Laredo |
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As I walked out in Laredo one day |
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I spied a young cowboy dressed up in white linen |
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Dressed up in white linen as cold as the clay |
