THE STREETS OF LAREDO
(Traditional, arranged by Funk, Mason, Tingstad)

As I walked out on the streets of Laredo
As I walked out on Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen
All wrapped in white linen, as cold as the clay

I can see by your outfit, that you are a cowboy
This he did say as I boldly walked by
Come sit you beside me, and hear my sad story
I’m shot through the chest and I know I must die

So, go write a letter to my gray-haired mother
And tell her the son that she loved so is gone
But no, not a word, of he who has killed me
Don’t mention his name, and his name won’t live on

And when Sergeant Death his cold arms embrace me
Then lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh
By the side of my Kathleen, my own love then place me
And forget how you found me outside of the law

We banged the drum slowly, and played the fife lowly
With tears in our eyes, as we carried him home
For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young and handsome
We all loved our comrade although he done wrong