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Songs of the West

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Track 11: AUSTIN'S FAIR CITY

This was learned from an old Ken Maynard record.

In Austin's fair city, Austin's fair city 
Austin's fair city, 'twas early one day,
I spied a young cowboy a handsome young cowboy 
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.

I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy 
These words he did say as I boldly stepped 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 you carry me along
Carry me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me 
For I'm only a young cowboy, I know I've done wrong.

My friends and relations, they live in the nation 
They know not where their boy has gone,
I first come to Texas, got hired to a ranch man 
Got shot in the breast and I know I've done wrong.

Someone write a letter to my gray-headed mother 
Then to my sister my sister so dear
But there is another far dearer than mother 
Who would bitterly weep if she knew I was here.

Oh beat the drum slowly oh play the fife lowly 
Oh play the dead march as you carry me along 
Carry me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me
For I'm only a young cowboy, and I know I've done wrong.
It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing 
It was once in the saddle I used to ride gay
I first took to drinking and then to card-playing 
Got shot by a gambler, I'm dyin' today.

Someone go bring me a drink of cold water 
A drink of cold water the poor cowboy said
But before we could get it his soul had departed 
His soul had departed the cowboy was dead.

Beat the drum slowly oh play the fife lowly 
Oh play the dead march as you carry me along
Carry me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me 
For I'm only a young cowboy, I know I've done wrong.