Is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath 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 sank into your dreams
Pancho was a bandit boss
His 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
And nobody heard his dyin' words
Ah, but that's the way it goes
All the Federales say
They could'a had him any day
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
Could'a had him any day
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
The poets tell how Pancho fell
And 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
All the Federales say
Could'a had him any day
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
A few gray Federales say
Could'a had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose
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 Weren't your mama'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 boss His 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 And nobody heard his dyin' words Ah, but that's the way it goes All the Federales say They could'a had him any day 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 Could'a had him any day We only let him slip away Out of kindness, I suppose The poets tell how Pancho fell And 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 All the Federales say Could'a had him any day We only let him slip away Out of kindness, I suppose A few gray Federales say Could'a had him any day We only let him go so long Out of kindness, I suppose Explain Request ×
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