[00:05.700]As I walked out in the streets of New Reno
[00:11.700]As I walked out in New Reno one day
[00:17.700]I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen
[00:24.700]Wrapped in white linen and cold as the clay.
[00:32.700]‘’Oh, beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly
[00:38.700]Play the dead march as you bear me along.
[00:44.700]Take me to the valley and lay the sod o'er me.
[00:51.700]I'm a young cowboy; I know I've done wrong.
[00:57.700]"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy"
[01:04.700]These words he did say as I slowly walked by.
[01:10.700]"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story. “
[01:17.700]I'm shot in the chest and today I must die."
[01:23.700]"Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water
[01:30.700]to cool my parched lips," the cowboy then said.
[01:35.700]Before I returned his soul had departed
[01:42.700]and gone to the round-up; the cowboy was dead.
[01:49.700]"Oh, beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly.
[01:56.700]Play the dead march as you bear me along.
[02:01.700]Take me to the valley and lay the sod o'er me.
[02:07.700]For I'm a young cowboy; I know I've done wrong."