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