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Here's a cowboy song
I ride an old paint and I lead an old dan
I'm off to Montana for to throw the hooley-ann
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw
Ride around, little dogies
Ride around slow
The fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go
Well John's had two daughters and a song
One went to Denver the other went wrong
His young wife died in a poolroom fight
But he tries to keep singing from morning 'til night
Ride around, little dogies
Ride around slow
The fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go
As I walked out on the streets of Laredo
As I walked out on Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen
Wrapped in white linen, as cold as the clay
I can 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
I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die
Just beat the drum slowly
Play the fife lowly
Play the dead march as you carry me along
Take me to the green valley
Lay the sod o'er me
I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin
Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin
Roses to deaden the clods as they fall
Then beat the drum slowly
Play the fife lowly
Play the dead march as you carry me along
Take me to the green valley
Lay the sod o'er me
I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
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