Townes van Zandt - Pancho and lefty

^GLiving on the road my friend ^DWas gonna keep you free and clean ^CNow you wear your skin like iron Your ^Gbreath's as hard as ^Dkerosene ^CYou weren't your mama's only boy But her ^Gfavorite one it ^Cseems ^EmShe began to cry when you ^Csaid go^Dodbye s^Cank into your d^Emreams

^GPancho was a bandit boys ^DHis horse was fast as polished steel ^CWore his gun outside his pants For ^Gall the honest ^Dworld to feel ^CPancho met his match you know On the ^Gdeserts down in ^CMexico ^EmNobody heard his ^Cdying ^Dwords ^CThat's the way it ^Emgoes

^CAll the federales say ^GThey could have had him ^Cany day ^EmThey only let him ^Chang ^Daround Out of ^Ckindness I ^Emsuppose

^GLefty he can't sing the blues ^DAll night long like he used to ^CThe dust that Pancho bit down south E^Gnded up in L^Defty's mouth ^CThe day they laid poor Pancho low ^GLefty split for ^COhio ^EmWhere he got the ^Cbread to ^Dgo Th^Cere ain't nobody ^Emknows

^CAll the federales say ^GThey could have had him ^Cany day ^EmThey only let him ^C slip a^Dway Out of ^Ckindness I ^Emsuppose

^GThe poets tell how Pancho fell ^DLefty's livin' in a cheap hotel ^CThe desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold ^GSo the story ^Dends we're told ^CPancho needs your prayers it's true, ^GBut save a few for ^CLefty too ^EmHe just did what he ^Chad to ^D do ^CNow he's growing ^Emold

^CA few gray federales say ^GThey could have had him ^Cany day ^EmThey only let him ^Cgo so w^Drong Out of ^Ckindness I su^Emppose

^CA few gray federales say ^GThey could have had him ^Cany day ^EmThey only let him ^Cgo so w^Drong Out of ^Ckindness I su^Emppose