Emmylou Harris - Poncho and lefty

^CLiving on the road my friend,^G is gonna keep you free and clean ^FNow you wear your skin like iron, Your ^Cbreath as hard as ^Gkerosene. ^FYou weren't your mama's only boy, but her ^Cfavorite one it ^Fseems ^CShe began to cry when you ^Fsaid ^Cgoodb^Gye, And ^Fsank into your ^Amdreams.^{Am G C C}Pancho was a bandit boys^G, his horse was fast as polished steel ^FHe wore his gun outside his pants For ^Call the honest world to ^Gfeel. ^FPancho met his match you know on the ^Cdeserts down in ^FMexico ^CNobody heard his ^Fdyi^Cng ^Gwords, ah but ^Fthat's the way it ^Amgoes.^{Am G F}

^FAll the Federales say^C they could have had him ^Fany day ^CThey only let him ^Fslip ^Cawa^Gy out of ^Fkindness, I sup^Ampose.

^CLefty, he can't sing the blues ^Gall night long like he used to. ^FThe dust that Pancho bit down south ^Cended up in ^GLefty's mouth ^FThe day they laid poor Pancho low, ^CLefty split for ^FOhio ^CWhere he got the ^Fbread ^Cto g^Go, there ^Fain't nobody ^Amknows

^FAll the Federales say^C they could have had him ^Fany day ^CThey only let him ^Fslip ^Cawa^Gy out of ^Fkindness, I sup^Ampose.^{Am G C}

^CPoets tell how Pancho fell, and Lef^Gty's living in a cheap hotel ^FThe desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold, ^CAnd so the story ^Gends we're told ^FPancho needs your prayers it's true, but ^Csave a few for ^FLefty too ^CHe only did what he ^Fhad ^Cto ^Gdo, and ^Fnow he's growing ^Amold

^FAll the Federales say ^Cthey could have had him ^Fany day ^CThey only let him ^Fslip ^Cawa^Gy out of ^Fkindness, I sup^Ampose.

^FA few gray Federales say ^Cthey could have had him ^Fany day ^CThey only let him g^Fo s^Co l^Gong, out of of ^Fkindness, I s^Amuppose.