Pancho and Lefty (Live 2004)

Living on the road my friend

Was gonna keep you free and clean

Now you wear your skin like iron

Your breath as hard as kerosene

You weren't your momma'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 boy

His horse was 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

Nobody heard his dying words

But that's the way it goes

All the Federales say

They could've 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

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

They could've had him any day

They only let him slip away

Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how old Pancho fell

And Lefty's living in cheap hotels

The desert's quiet, 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 growing old

All the Federales say

They could've had him any day

They only let him go so long

Out of kindness I suppose

A few gray Federales say

They could've had him any day

They only let him go so long

Out of kindness I suppose