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Living on the road, my friend
Gonna make you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
Weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one, it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And you sank into your dreams
Pancho was a bandit bold
His horses fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his clothes
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match, you know
On a desert down in Mexico
No one heard his dying words
Ah, but that's the way it goes
And all the federales say
"We could have 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 do
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
The poets tell how Pancho fell
And Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends, I'm 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 grown old
And a few gray federales say
"We could have had him any day"
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
Said a few gray federales say
"We could have had him any day"
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness, I suppose