The Singing Scoutmaster: Streets Of Laredo

CAs I walked G7out in the Cstreets of La-G7redo

As CI walked Fout in La-Credo one G7day

I Cspied a poor G7cowboy all Cwrapped in white G7linen

All Cwrapped in white Flinen as Ccold G7as the Cclay

I see by your G7outfit that Cyou are a G7cowboy

CThese words he did Fsay as I Cboldly walked G7by

CCome sit down be-G7side me and Chear my sad G7story

Got Cshot in the Fbreast and CI know G7I must Cdie

'Twas once in the G7saddle I Cused to go G7dashing,

C'Twas once in the Fsaddle I Cused to go G7gay.

CFirst down to G7Rosie's, and Cthen to the G7card-house,

Got Cshot in the Fchest, and CI'm dying to-G7day.

Oh beat the G7drum slowly and Cplay the fife G7lowly

CSing the death Fmarch as you Ccarry me G7along

CTake me to the G7valley then Clay the sod o'er G7me

I'm Ca young Fcowboy and G7I know CI've G7done Cwrong

Get six jolly G7cowboys to Ccarry my G7coffin,

CGet six pretty Fmaidens to Cbear up my G7pall.

CPut bunches of G7roses all Cover my G7coffin,

CRoses to Fdeaden the G7clods as they Cfall.

Go fetch me some G7water a Ccool cup of G7water

To Ccool my parched Flips then the Cpoor cowboy G7said

CBefore I re-G7turned his Cspirit had G7left him

Had Cgone to his FMaker the Ccowboy G7was Cdead

We beat the G7drum slowly and Cplayed the fife G7lowly

CAnd bitterly Fwept as we Cbore him G7along

CFor we loved G7our comrade Cso brave, young and hand-G7some

We Call loved our comrade Falthough Che'd G7done Cwrong