Pancho And Lefty

Living on the road my friend

Is gonna keep you free and clean

Now you wear your skin like iron

And your breath is hard as kerosene

You weren't your mama's only boy

But her favorite one it seems

She began to cry when you said goodbye

And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boy

His horse was fast as polished steel

He wore his gun outside his pants

For all the honest world to feel

Pancho met his match, you know

On the deserts down in

MexicoNobody heard his dying words

Ah but that's the way it goes

All the Federals say

They could have had him any day

They only let him slip away

Out of kindness,

I supposeLefty, he can't sing the blues

All night long like he used to

The dust that

Pancho bit down south

Ended up in

Lefty's mouth

The day they laid poor

Pancho low

Lefty split for

OhioWhere he got the bread to go

There ain't nobody knows

All the Federals say

They could have had him any day

They only let him slip away

Out of kindness,

I supposeThe poets tell how

Pancho fell

And Lefty's living in cheap hotels

The desert's quiet,

Cleveland's cold

And so the story ends, we're told

Pancho needs your prayers it's true

But save a few for

Lefty tooHe only did what he had to do

And now he's growing old

All the Federals say

They could have had him any day

They only let him go so long

Out of kindness,

I supposeA few grey

Federals say

They could have had him any day

They only let him go so long

Out of kindness,

I suppose