streets of laredo Johnny Cash
To: firstname.lastname@example.org MIME-Version: 1.0 Status: O 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
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