Townes van Zandt - Pancho and lefty

^CLiving on the road my friend ^GWas gonna keep you free and clean ^FNow you wear your skin like iron ^CYour breath's as hard as ^Gkerosene ^FYou weren't your mama's only boy But her ^Cfavorite one it ^Fseems She ^Ambegan to cry when you ^Fsaid good^Gbye And ^Fsank into your ^Amdreams

^CPancho was a bandit boys ^GHis horse was fast as polished steel ^FWore his gun outside his pants For ^Call the honest ^Gworld to feel ^FPancho met his match you know On the^C deserts down in ^FMexico ^AmNobody heard his ^Fdying ^Gwords ^FThat's the way it ^Amgoes

^FAll the federales say ^CThey could have had him ^Fany day ^AmThey only let him ^Fhang ^Garound ^FOut of kindness I ^Amsuppose

^CLefty he can't sing the blues ^GAll night long like he used to ^FThe dust that Pancho bit down south ^CEnded up in Lef^Gty's mouth ^FThe day they laid poor Pancho low ^CLefty split for ^FO-hio ^AmWhere he got the ^Fbread ^Gto go ^FThere ain't nobody ^Amknows

^FAll the federales say ^CThey could have had him a^Fny day ^AmThey only let him ^Fslip ^Gaway ^FOut of kindness I ^Amsuppose

^CThe poets tell how Pancho fell ^GLefty's livin' in a cheap hotel ^FThe desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold ^CSo the story ^Gends we're told ^FPancho needs your prayers it's true, ^CBut save a few for Le^Ffty too ^AmHe just did what he ^Fhad to ^Gdo ^FNow he's growing ^Amold

^FA few gray federales say ^CThey could have had him ^Fany day ^AmThey only let him ^Fgo so ^Gwrong ^FOut of kindness I ^Amsuppose