FluteTree : Songbook : with finger pictures : Popular 6-hole Native American Flute
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    T:Streets of Laredo
    C:Cowboy Ballad
    C:Arranged for NAF by Robert Gatliff
    M:3/4
    L:1/4
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    w:As I_ walked out in the streets of La-re-do, As 
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    w:I_ walked out in La-red-do one day, I 
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    w:spied a young cow-boy all wrapped in white lin-nen, 
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    w:Wrapped in white li-nen as cold as the day.
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    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."
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    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."
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    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."
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    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.
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    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.
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