Living on the road my friend
Is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath as hard as kerosene
You werent your mamas 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, boys
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 thats the way it goes
An all the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness, I suppose
Lefty, he cant sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in leftys mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There aint nobody knows
An all the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
The poets tell how Pancho fell
And Leftys living in cheap hotels
The deserts quiet, Clevelands cold
So the story ends, were told
Pancho needs your prayers, its true
Save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
And now hes growing old
A few great federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose
A few great federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose