Letras
Living on the road, my friend
It's supposed to keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only son
But her favorite one, it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And slipped into your dreams
Pancho was a bandit boy
His horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his guns outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match, you know
In them killing stands down in Mexico
No one heard his dying words
But that's the way it goes
And all the federales say
They coulda had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
Well, Lefty, he don't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho kicked up down south
It ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid ol' Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows
And all the federales say
They coulda had him any day
Only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
The poets sing of ol' Pancho Fell
He left a legacy in a cheap hotel
Now the desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends, we're told
Pancho could use your prayers, it's true
But save a few for old Lefty, too
He only did what he had to do
And now he's growing old
Yeah, and all the federales say
They coulda had him any day
Only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
Yeah, all the federales say
They coulda had him any day
Only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose