THE DYING OUTFIT

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen,
Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.

I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy.
You see by my outfit that I am one too.
We see by our outfits that we are both cowboys.
Now you get an outfit an' you can be a cowboy too.

Now you got no outfit, so you're not a cowboy.
I got two outfits. You take one of mine.
Now you got an outfit, and I got an outfit,
And in our outfits now don't we look fine?

You fit in my outfit. I fit in your outfit.
We fit in our outfits. We're outfitted fine.
They're fine-fitted outfits. They're out-fitted fine-fits.
They're fit-outed b-b-l-l-r-r-b-b. I'm fit to be tied.

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a young outfit wrapped up in his cowboy,
Wrapped up in his outfit, so I let him lay.

A version of this was recorded by Tom & Dick Smothers

rich r