Livin on the road my friend,
Was gonna keep you free and clean
But now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath's 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
Now Pancho was a bandit boy,
With a horse as 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
And 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,
Well, 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
Prophets tell how Pancho fell,
Lefty livin' in a cheap hotel
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 go so long,
out of kindness I suppose
A few gray Federales say,
They could've had him any day
They only let him go so long,
Out of kindness I suppose
Was gonna keep you free and clean
But now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath's 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
Now Pancho was a bandit boy,
With a horse as 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
And 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,
Well, 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
Prophets tell how Pancho fell,
Lefty livin' in a cheap hotel
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 go so long,
out of kindness I suppose
A few gray Federales say,
They could've had him any day
They only let him go so long,
Out of kindness I suppose