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 moth...
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