Ain't My Time (Pancho's Song)

Well, I hit the road for forty shows, ended up in NYC
A fella said, "Hey, for thirty bucks you can buy cocaine from me!"
I said, "I ain't got a nickel man, I'm just looking for a room"
He said, "I might can fix you up if you know how to push a broom"

Got busted up down in Baton Rouge, just looking for some fun
A pencil neck on poppers, Lord he went and pulled a gun
He said, "You got a lotta nerve down here messing with my wife!"
His wingman got impatient, Lord he came at me with a knife
I said, "You must be mistaken, I'm just merely passing through"
He said, "You gonna be passing on after what I do to you!"

It's been a long ride, down a lonesome road
And I near bout died, Lord it ain't my time to go

Well, Louisville Kentucky almost put me in the hole
Flashing lights and sirens, I was just a little stoned
He said, "What's your occupation boy?" I said, "I don't rightly know"
Searched my guitars, found candy bars, He said, "Here, you're free to go"

It's been a long ride, down a lonesome road
And I near bout died, Lorde it ain't my time to go

Well, I almost wrote my will in Tijuana Mexico
Woke up naked in the bathtub with some iguana I don't know
He said his name was Jerry and I found that slightly weird
Said I owed him fifty dollars then he up and disappeared
Well, it's smoke and it's tequila and it's L.A. city lights
Saw a UFO in Hollywood, then I wound up in fight
Lost a tooth down at The Whiskey, broke my hand with my reply
Then a bar-hand with a Bud Light caught me right between the eyes

It's been a long ride, down a lonesome road
And I near bout died, Lord it ain't my time to go

Well, you know that I ain't lying if you know me pretty well
All my friends can call me Pancho, all the rest can go to Hell



Credits
Writer(s): Allen Mack Moore
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