Pancho & Lefty

Living on the road my friend,
Was gonna keep you free and clean
And now you wear your skin like iron,
And your breath as 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 Mexico,
Nobody heard his dying words,
Ah but that's the way it goes
And all the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness, I suppose
And Lefty, 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 Ohio
And where he got the bread to go
Ain't nobody knows
And all the federals say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
Well, the poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
So the story ends, we're told
Pancho needs your prayers, it's true
But save a few for Lefty, too
He just did what he had to do
And now he's growing old
And a few gray federals say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness, I suppose
A few gray federals say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness, I suppose