The Cowboy's Lament Lyric's By Ken Maynard
I come out of Austin's fair city oh Austin's fair city
Oh Austin's fair city 'twas early one day
I spied a young cowboy a handsome young cowboy
All dressed in white linin an cold as the clay
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
These words he did say as I boldly step by
Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
For I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die
Oh beat the drum slowly oh play the fife lowly
Oh play the dead march as they carry me along
carry me to the graveyard and pour the sod o'er me
For I'm only a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong
My friends and relation they live in the Nation
They know not where their boy has gone
First came to Texas and hired to a ranchman
Oh I'm only a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Someone write a letter to my grey headed mother
And then to my sister my sister so dear
But there's another more dear than mother
Who bitterly weep if she knew I were here
Oh beat the drum slowly oh play the fife lowly
Oh play the dead march as they carry me along
Carry me to the graveyard and pour the sod o'er me
For I'm only a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Oh beat the drum lowly oh play the fife slowly
Oh play the dead march as they carry me along
Carry me to the graveyard and pour the sod o'er me
For I'm only a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong
For once in that saddle I use to go dashing
Oh once in the saddle I use to ride gay
But I took to drinking and then to card playing
Got shot by a gambler am dying today
Someone go bring me a glass of cold water
A glass of cold water the poor cowboy said
But ere we could get it his soul had departed
His soul had departed the cowboy was dead
Oh beat the drum lowly oh play the fife slowly
Oh play the dead march as they carry me along
Carry me to the graveyard and pour the sod o'er me
For I'm only a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong
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