Collected by Lew Hobson and Zane Hankins Sung by Teddy Souter
For M. C. Parler Spring Hill, Louisiana
Transcribed by Lew Hobson January 12, 1960
Reel 341, Item 16
The Cowboy's Lament
As I walked out in the streets of Lorado I walked out in Lorado one day
I spied a poor cowboy all wrapped in white linen Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.
I see by your outfit you are a cowboy These words he did say as I boldly walked on Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die.
It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing Once in the saddle I used to go gay.
First down to Rosie's and to the card house Shot in the breast and I'm dying today.
Get sixteen gamblers to carry my coffin
Six purty maidens to sing me a song
Take me to the valley and lay the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong.
Oh beat the drum slowly, play the fife lowly Play the dead march as they carry me along Put bushes of roses all over my coffin Roses to deaden the clods as they fall.
As I walked out in the streets of Lorado As I walked out in Lorado one day I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.
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