Letras
As I went out walking through Austin's fair city
Through Austin's fair city one morning in May
'Twas there I spied a fair and handsome cowboy
All wrapped in white linen and cold as the clay
"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy"
These words he did speak as I boldly stepped by
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad fortune
For I'm short of rest and I know I must die"
'Twas once in the saddle I used to go dashing
'Twas once in the saddle I used to ride on
But then turned to drinking and the card playing
Was shot by a gambler and now I must die
Go beat the drum slowly, oh, play the fife lowly
Beat the dead march as you carry me along
Take me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me
For I'm just a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Go break the news gently to my gray-headed mother
Whisper it softly to my sister so dear
That there is yet one far dearer than my mother
Who'd bitterly weep if she knew I were here
Come gather around me that set of jolly cowboys
To listen to me softly as I read my sad fate
And each and all may write and take warning
And quit their wild roving before it's too late
Six jolly cowboys to balance my coffin
Six pretty girls, Lord, to sing me a song
Take me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me
For I'm just a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Beat the drum slowly, oh, play the fife lowly
Play the dead march as you carry me along
Take me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me
For I'm just a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong