Poncho & Lefty

Living on the road, my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath as hard as kerosene

You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one, it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
Sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit, boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel

For Pancho met his match, you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
And nobody heard his dying words
Oh, but that's the way it goes

And all the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness, I suppose

And 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
Oh, there ain't nobody knows

And all the federales say
They coulda had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose

Well, the poets tell how Pancho fell
And Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
So the story ends, we're told

Pancho needs your prayers, it's true
Save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he's growing old

A few grey federales say
They coulda had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness, I suppose

A few grey federales say
They coulda had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness, I suppose