Streets of New Reno
As I walked out in the streets of New Reno
As I walked out in New Reno one day
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen
Wrapped in white linen and cold as the clay
"Oh, beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly
Play the dead march as you bear me along
Take me to the valley and lay the sod o'er me
I'm a young cowboy; I know I've done wrong"
"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy"
These words he did say as I slowly walked by
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
I'm shot in the chest and today I must die"
"Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water
to cool my parched lips," the cowboy then said
Before I returned his soul had departed
and gone to the roundup; the cowboy was dead
"Oh, beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly
Play the dead march as you bear me along
Take me to the valley and lay the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy; I know I've done wrong"
