| Lyrics: | Livin 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 weren't your momma'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 dyin words, ah but that's the way it goes
All the
Federales say, they could've had him any day
They only let him slip away, out of kindness I
suppose
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
Where he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows
All the Federales
say, they could've had him any day
They only let him slip away out of kindness I
suppose
The boys tell how old Pancho fell, and Lefty's livin 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 too
He only did what he had to do, and now he's
growing old
All the Federales say, they could've had him any day
They only let him
slip away out of kindness I suppose
A few gray Federales say, they could've had him any
day
They only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose |
