The Streets of Laredo Chords by Eddy Arnold
Tempo:
77.6 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
B
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] As I [E] walked out in [A] the streets [E] of Laredo, [A] As I walked out in Laredo one day,
[A] I spied a poor [Ab]
cowboy wrapped [Eb] up in white linen,
[A] Wrapped up in white linen as cold [E] as the clay.
I see by [E] your outfit [A] that you are a cowboy, [A] These words he [D] did say as [A] I boldly [E] stepped by.
[A] Come sit down [E] beside me [A] and hear my [E] sad story, [A] I was shot [D] in the breast [A] and I know I must die.
Oh beat the drums slowly [D] and play the five lorries,
[A]
Play the dead march as [B] you carry me [E] along.
[A] Take me to the green valley, [D] there lay the sod o'er me,
[A] For I'm a young cowboy [E] I know.
[A] Go fetch [E] me a cup, [A]
a cup of [E] cold water, [A] To cool my [D] parched lips, [A] the poor cowboy [E] said.
[A] Before [E] I returned [A] the spirit [E] had left him, [A] And gone [D] to its maker, [A] the cowboy was dead.
We beat the drums slowly [D] and played the five lorries,
[A] And bitterly wept as [B] we bore him [E] along.
For [A] we all loved our comrade, [D] so brave, young and handsome,
[A] We all loved our comrade, [E] although he'd done.
[A]
[A] I spied a poor [Ab]
cowboy wrapped [Eb] up in white linen,
[A] Wrapped up in white linen as cold [E] as the clay.
I see by [E] your outfit [A] that you are a cowboy, [A] These words he [D] did say as [A] I boldly [E] stepped by.
[A] Come sit down [E] beside me [A] and hear my [E] sad story, [A] I was shot [D] in the breast [A] and I know I must die.
Oh beat the drums slowly [D] and play the five lorries,
[A]
Play the dead march as [B] you carry me [E] along.
[A] Take me to the green valley, [D] there lay the sod o'er me,
[A] For I'm a young cowboy [E] I know.
[A] Go fetch [E] me a cup, [A]
a cup of [E] cold water, [A] To cool my [D] parched lips, [A] the poor cowboy [E] said.
[A] Before [E] I returned [A] the spirit [E] had left him, [A] And gone [D] to its maker, [A] the cowboy was dead.
We beat the drums slowly [D] and played the five lorries,
[A] And bitterly wept as [B] we bore him [E] along.
For [A] we all loved our comrade, [D] so brave, young and handsome,
[A] We all loved our comrade, [E] although he'd done.
[A]
Key:
A
E
D
B
Ab
A
E
D
_ _ [D] As I [E] walked out in [A] the streets [E] of Laredo, [A] As I walked out in Laredo one day,
[A] I spied a poor [Ab]
cowboy wrapped [Eb] up in white linen,
[A] Wrapped up in white linen as cold [E] as the clay.
_ I see by [E] your outfit [A] that you are a cowboy, [A] These words he [D] did say as [A] I boldly [E] stepped by.
[A] Come sit down [E] beside me [A] and hear my [E] sad story, [A] I was shot [D] in the breast [A] and I know I must die.
Oh beat the drums slowly [D] and play the five lorries,
[A]
Play the dead march as [B] you carry me [E] along.
[A] Take me to the green valley, [D] there lay the sod o'er me,
[A] For I'm a young cowboy [E] I know.
_ [A] _ _ Go fetch [E] me a cup, _ [A]
a cup of [E] cold water, [A] To cool my [D] parched lips, [A] the poor cowboy [E] said.
[A] Before _ [E] I returned [A] the spirit [E] had left him, [A] And gone [D] to its maker, [A] the cowboy was dead.
We beat the drums slowly [D] and played the five lorries,
[A] And _ bitterly wept as [B] we bore him [E] along.
For [A] we all loved our comrade, [D] so brave, young and handsome,
[A] We all loved our comrade, [E] although he'd done.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] I spied a poor [Ab]
cowboy wrapped [Eb] up in white linen,
[A] Wrapped up in white linen as cold [E] as the clay.
_ I see by [E] your outfit [A] that you are a cowboy, [A] These words he [D] did say as [A] I boldly [E] stepped by.
[A] Come sit down [E] beside me [A] and hear my [E] sad story, [A] I was shot [D] in the breast [A] and I know I must die.
Oh beat the drums slowly [D] and play the five lorries,
[A]
Play the dead march as [B] you carry me [E] along.
[A] Take me to the green valley, [D] there lay the sod o'er me,
[A] For I'm a young cowboy [E] I know.
_ [A] _ _ Go fetch [E] me a cup, _ [A]
a cup of [E] cold water, [A] To cool my [D] parched lips, [A] the poor cowboy [E] said.
[A] Before _ [E] I returned [A] the spirit [E] had left him, [A] And gone [D] to its maker, [A] the cowboy was dead.
We beat the drums slowly [D] and played the five lorries,
[A] And _ bitterly wept as [B] we bore him [E] along.
For [A] we all loved our comrade, [D] so brave, young and handsome,
[A] We all loved our comrade, [E] although he'd done.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _