STREETS OF LAREDO
JOHNNY CASH

This song is in the key of Bb.Put a capo on the first fret,
and play the key of A chords. The chords for the key of Bb
are in parenthesis.

Verse 1:
  |A(Bb)   |E7(F7)
As I walked out,

      |A(Bb)       |E7(F7)
On the streets of Laredo.

  |A(Bb)   |D(Eb)
As I walked out,

    |B7(C7)  |E7(F7)
On Laredo one day.

 |A(Bb)        |E7(F7)
I spied a young cowboy,

   |A(Bb)           |E7(F7)
All wrapped in white linen.

|A(Bb)          |D(Eb)
Wrapped in white linen,

  |A(Bb)   E7(F7) |A(Bb)   |E7(F7) |A(Bb) |E7(F7)
as cold as the     clay.

Verse 2:
      A           E7
I can see by your outfit.
     A         E7
That you are a cowboy.
      A            D
These words he did say,
     B7           E7
As I boldy walked by.
         A          E7
Come and sit down beside me.
    A           E7
And hear my sad story.
    A           D
I'm shot in the breast.
      A      E7   A
And I know I must die.


Verse 3:
It was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing.
Once in the saddle, I used to go gay.
First to the cardhouse, and then down to Rosie's.
But I'm shot in the breast, and I'm dying today.


Verse 4:
Get six jolly cowboys, to carry my coffin.
Six dainsful maidens, to bear up my pall.
Throw bunches of roses, all over my coffin.
Roses to deaden, the clods as they fall.


Verse 5:
Then beat the drum slowly, play the fife lowly.
Play the Dead March, as you carry me along.
Take me to the Green Valley, roll the sod o'er me.
I'm a young cowboy, and I know I've done wrong.


Verse 6:
Then go write a letter, to my grey-haired Mother.
And tell her the cowboy, that she loves is gone.
But please not one word, of the man who had killed me.
Don't mention his name, and his name will pass on.


Verse 7:
When thus he had spoken, the hot sun was setting,
The streets of Laredo, grew cold as the clay.
We took the young cowboy, down to the Green Valley.
And there stands his marker, we laid to this day.


Verse 8:
We beat the drums slowly, played the fife lowly.
Played the Dead March, as we carried him along.
Down in the Green Valley, we laid the sod o'er him.
He was a young cowboy, and he said he'd done wrong.