X:1 T:Streets of Laredo C:Arranged for NAF by Robert Gatliff C:Cowboy Ballad M:3/4 L:1/4 K:E f|(f3/2e/2) d|e f e|d3/2 c/2 B| ^A F3/2 F/2| w:As I_ walked out in the streets of La-re-do, As (B3/2^A/2) B|c d e|d c B|c2 f| w:I_ walked out in La-red-do one day, I (f3/2e/2) d|e f e| d3/2 c/2 B|^A F2| w:spied a young cow-boy all wrapped in white lin-nen, B3/2 B/2 B|c d e|d ^A A| B2 |] w:Wrapped in white li-nen as cold as the day. W: W:2) "I see by your outfit, that you are a cowboy." W:These words he did say as I slowly passed by. W:"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story, W:For I'm shot in the chest, and today I must die." W: W:3) "'Twas once in the saddle I used to go dashing, W:'Twas once in the saddle I used to go gay. W:First down to Rosie's, and then to the card-house, W:Got shot in the chest, and I'm dying today." W: W:4) "Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly, W:And play the dead march as you carry me along; W:Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me, W:For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong." W: W:5) "Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin, W:Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall. W:Put bunches of roses all over my coffin, W:Roses to deaden the clods as they fall." W: W:6) "Then swing your rope slowly and rattle your spurs lowly, W:And give a wild whoop as you carry me along; W:And in the grave throw me and roll the sod o'er me. W:For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong." W: W:7) "Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water. W:To cool my parched lips", the cowboy then said. W:Before I returned, his soul had departed, W:And gone to the round up – the cowboy was dead. W: W:8) We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly, W:And bitterly wept as we bore him along. W:For we loved our comrade, so brave, young and handsome, W:We all loved our comrade, although he'd done wrong. W: