Johnny Cash, Streets Of Laredo Tabs

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The Streets of Laredo 
Written by: Traditional, Arr. by Johnny Cash 
Recorded: March 10, 1965 Nashville, Tennessee Ê 
Source: Johnny Cash Sings the Ballads of the True West 
Liner Notes: Johnny Cash 
Liner notes 
A British tune, the original is supposed to be about a man who died of syphilis in a London hospital. The second and third verses here (unknown author) are from "Cowboy Songs" by John Lomax, published in 1910. 
 
Into: G ÊC ÊG 
G ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊC ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊD7 ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊDb 
As I walked out on the streets of Laredo 
C ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊD7 ÊÊÊÊÊDb ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊD7 ÊÊ 
As I walked out on Laredo on day 
G ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊC ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊD7 ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊDb ÊÊÊ 
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen 
C ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊD7 ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊDb ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊG 
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay 
 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ* Strum each chord twice 
G* 
Beat the drums slowly 
C* 
Play the fife lowly 
D7* ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊDb* 
Play the Dead March as you carry me along 
G* 
Take me to the Green Valley 
C* 
Lay the sod 'ore me 
D7 ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊDb ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊD7 ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊG 
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong 
 
(Spoken) 
Then go write a letter and send it to my gray-haired mother 
And please send the same to my sister so dear 
But please not one word of all this would you mention 
When others should ask for my story to hear 
 
(Sung) 
There is another more dear than a sister 
She'll bitterly weep when she hears that I'm gone 
And if some other man ever wins her affection 
Don't mention my name and my name will pass on 
 
Just beat the drums slowly 
Play the fife lowly 
Play the Dead March as you carry me along 
Take me to Green Valley 
Lay the sod 'ore me 
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong 
 
Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin Ê 
Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song 
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin  
Roses to deaden the clots when they fall 
 
We beat the drums slowly 
Played the fife lowly 
We bitterly wept as we bore him along 
Down in the Green Valley 
We laid the sod 'ore him  
Just a young cowboy who'd surely gone wrong ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ