As I walked out on the streets of Laredo. As I walked out on Laredo one day, I spied a young cowboy who showed too much linen, He showed too much linen as clear as the day. "I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy." These words he did say as I boldly walked by. "Come an' sit down beside me an' hear my sad story. "I showed too much briefs an' my mother did cry." "It was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing. "Once in the saddle, I used to go play. "First to the card-house and then down to Rose's. "Jump hard off my horse and my pants fell away." "Get six jolly cowboys to cover my long johns. "Six dance-hall maidens to blush in appall. "Put belt loops and buckles all over my britches. "Put braces to hold up my pants as they fall." “Then beat the drum slowly, I wore my pants lowly, “Try not to laugh as I waddle along. “I looked awfully silly, exposing my undies. "Now I’m a young cowboy and I know I’ve done wrong.” “So gather around you a group of young cowboys, "An' tell them the story of this my sad fate. "Tell one and the other before they go further. "Pull up your low britches before it’s too late." When thus he had spoken, the hot sun was setting. The briefs of Laredo no more were displayed. We thanked the young cowboy, his boxers now covered, An' there stand his Levis, hiked up, to this day. We beat the drum slowly, he wore his pants lowly, Try not to laugh as he waddles along. He looked awfully silly, exposing his undies. Now he’s a young cowboy and he know he's done wrong. http://fiddlingant.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-briefs-of-laredo.html