The Streets Of Laredo (C, 3/4)
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a poor cowboy all wrapped in white linen
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay
"I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy"
These words he did say as I proudly stepped by
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story,
Got shot in the breast and I know I must die."
'Twas one in the saddle I used to go roaming
'Twas once in the saddle I used to go gay
'Twas first to the drinking and then the card playing.
Got shot in the breast and I'm dying today."
"Let six jolly cowboys come carry my coffin.
Let six pretty girls come carry my pall.
Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin
Throw roses to deaden the clods as they fall."
"Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
And play the dead march as you carry me along.
Take me to the green valley and lay the earth o'er me
For I'm a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong."
Oh we beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly
And bitterly wept as we carried him along
For we all loved our comrade so brave, young and handsome
We all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong.