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Pancho and Lefty (Townes Van Zandt)
Livin' on the road, my friend
Was gonna keep us free and clean
But now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath's 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 good bye
And sank into your dreams
Pancho was a bandit, boys Rode a horse fast as polished steel Wore his guns outside his pants For all the honest world to feel Pancho met his match, you know On the deserts down in Mexico No one heard his dyin' words But that's the way it goes
And all the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
Now Lefty he can't sing the blues All night long like he used to The dust that Pancho bit down South It ended up in Lefty's mouth The day they laid old Pancho low Lefty split for Ohio Where he got the bread to go Well there ain't nobody 'knows
But all the federales say They could have had him any day They only let him slip away Out of kindness, I suppose
Now poets sing how Pancho fell Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold And so the story ends, we're told Pancho needs your prayers, it's true But save a few for Lefty, too He only did what he had to do And now he's growin' old
And all the federales say They could have had him any day They only let him go so long Out of kindness, I suppose
Yes a few old gray federales still say They could have had him any day They only let him go so wrong Out of kindness, I suppose
