Jason Isbell - Pancho and lefty

^DLiving on the road my friend ^AWas gonna keep you free and clean ^GNow you wear your skin like iron ^DYour breath's as hard as ^Akerosene ^GYou weren't your mama's only boy ^DBut her favorite one it ^Gseems ^Em9She began to cry when you said ^Ggoodb^Aye ^GAnd sank into your dreams ^{Em9 A}

^DPancho was a bandit boys ^AHis horse was fast as polished steel ^GWore his gun outside his pants ^DFor all the honest w^Aorld to feel ^GPancho met his match you know ^DOn the deserts down in ^GMexico ^Em9Nobody heard his dying ^Gword^As ^GThat's the way it goes ^{Em9 A}

^GAll the federales say They c^Dould have had him ^Gany day ^Em9They only let him slip away ^{A G}Out of kindness I suppose ^{Em9 A}

^DLefty he can't sing the blues ^AAll night long like he used to ^GThe dust that Pancho bit down south ^DEnded up in ^ALefty's mouth ^GThe day they laid poor Pancho low ^DLefty split for ^GOhio ^Em9Where he got the bread to go ^{G A G}There ain't nobody kno^Em9ws ^A

^GAll the federales say They c^Dould have had him a^Gny day ^Em9They only let him go so long^{G A G}Out of kindness I suppose^{Em9 A}

^DThe poets tell how Pancho fell ^ALefty's livin' in a cheap hotel ^GThe desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold ^DSo the story ^Aends we're told ^GPancho needs your prayers it's true ^DBut save a few for ^GLefty too ^Em9He only did what he had ^Gto d^Ao ^GNow he's getting old^{Em9 A}

^GAll the federales say They c^Dould have had him a^Gny day ^Em9They only let him slip away^{G A G}Out of kin^Em9dness I suppose ^A

^GA few gray federales say ^DThey could have had him^A any day ^Em9They only let him go so ^Glon^Ag ^GOut of kindness I suppose^{Em9 A}