Streets Of Laredo
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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As I walked out on the streets of Laredo.
As I walked out on Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen,
Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.

"I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy."
These words he did say as I boldly walked by.
"Come an' sit down beside me an' hear my sad story.
"I'm shot in the breast an' I know I must die."

"It was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing.
"Once in the saddle, I used to go gay.
"First to the card-house and then down to Rose's.
"But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today."

"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin.
"Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall.
"Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin.
"Roses to deaden the clods as they fall."

"Then beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly.
"Play the dead march as you carry me along.
"Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me,
"I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong."

"Then go write a letter to my gray-haired mother,
"An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone.
"But please not one word of the man who had killed me.
"Don't mention his name and his name will pass on."

When thus he had spoken, the hot sun was setting.
The streets of Laredo grew cold as the clay.
We took the young cowboy down to the green valley,
And there stands his marker, we made, to this day.

We beat the drum slowly and played the Fife lowly,
Played the dead march as we carried him along.




Down in the green valley, laid the sod o'er him.
He was a young cowboy and he said he'd done wrong.

Overall Meaning

The song "Streets of Laredo" is a traditional ballad about a cowboy who is dying and reminiscing about his life before he passes away. The cowboy, wrapped in white linen and shot in the breast, reflects on his past as he walks down the streets of Laredo. He talks about his former carefree lifestyle, going to card-houses and brothels, before he was shot. He then tells his companion to have six jolly cowboys carry his coffin and throw roses on it. He requests that the dead march be played as he is carried to the green valley to be buried. Additionally, he asks his companion to write a letter to his mother about his death but to leave out the name of the man who killed him.


The song has a somber and melancholic tone, with the cowboy accepting his fate and recognizing that he has done wrong in his life. The lyrics reflect on life's choices and the consequences that come with them. The song is often associated with Johnny Cash, who recorded a version of the song in 1965, but it has been performed by many artists and adapted numerous times over the years.


Line by Line Meaning

As I walked out on Laredo one day,
One day, while walking in Laredo,


I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen,
I saw a poor cowboy who was wrapped in white linen,


Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.
The white linen around him was as cold as clay.


"I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy."
I said to him, "I can tell you're a cowboy by what you're wearing."


"Come an' sit down beside me an' hear my sad story.
"Sit next to me and listen to my sad story.


"I'm shot in the breast an' I know I must die."
"I've been shot in the chest, and I know I'm going to die."


"It was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing.
"I used to ride horses and live recklessly.


"Once in the saddle, I used to go gay.
"I used to live joyfully when I was riding horses."


"First to the card-house and then down to Rose's.
"I used to spend my time playing cards and then visiting Rose's place."


"But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today."
"But now I'm dying because of the gunshot wound."


"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin.
"Get six fun-loving cowboys to carry my coffin.


"Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall.
"Have six dance-hall women carry my pall.


"Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin.
"Put plenty of roses on my coffin to muffle the sound of dirt hitting it."


"Roses to deaden the clods as they fall."
"Roses will help the dirt fall softly on my coffin."


"Then beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly.
"Have someone play the drum slowly and the Fife softly."


"Play the dead march as you carry me along.
"Play a funeral march while carrying me."


"Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me,
"Take me to a green valley and bury me in the ground.


"I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong."
"I'm a young cowboy and I know that I've led a wrong life."


"Then go write a letter to my gray-haired mother,
"Write a letter to my mother who has gray hair.


"An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone.
"Tell her that the cowboy she loved is gone."


"But please not one word of the man who had killed me.
"Don't mention the name of the person who killed me."


"Don't mention his name and his name will pass on."
"If his name is not mentioned, it will be forgotten."


When thus he had spoken, the hot sun was setting.
When he finished speaking, the sun was setting.


The streets of Laredo grew cold as the clay.
The previously warm streets of Laredo suddenly became as cold as the clay (used in burials).


We took the young cowboy down to the green valley,
We then took the young cowboy to the green valley.


And there stands his marker, we made, to this day.
To this day, his tombstone for him still stands there.


We beat the drum slowly and played the Fife lowly,
While we carried him, we played the drum slowly and the Fife softly.


Played the dead march as we carried him along.
We played a funeral march as we carried him along.


Down in the green valley, laid the sod o'er him.
We buried him in the green valley, covered him with soil.


He was a young cowboy and he said he'd done wrong.
He was a young cowboy who knew that he led a wrong life.




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on Wayfaring Stranger

Wayfaring Stranger - The New Appalachians - Lyrics

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone

There will be no sickness, toil or danger
In that grand land to which I roam

Well I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home to a morning rose
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
And beautiful fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep

Well I'm going home to see my brothers
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I'm going home to see my Father
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I’m only goin’ where no one roams

I want to wear that crown of glory
When I get to that good land
I want to shout out salvation story
In concert with that blood washed band.
I'm going there to see my saviour
I’ll see his face no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm only goin' over home

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