Willie Nelson - Pancho and lefty

^DLiving on the road my friend,^A is gonna keep you free and clean ^GNow you wear your skin like iron, Your ^Dbreath as hard as ^Akerosene. ^GYou weren't your mama's only boy, but her ^Dfavorite one it ^Gseems ^BmShe began to cry when you ^Gsa^Did^A goodbye, And ^Gsank into your ^Bmdreams.^{Bm A D}

^DPancho was a bandit boy,^A his horse was fast as polished steel ^GHe wore his gun outside his pants For ^Dall the honest world to ^Afeel. ^GPancho met his match you know on the ^Ddeserts down in ^GMexico ^BmNobody heard his d^Gyi^Dng^A words, ah but ^Gthat's the way it ^Bmgoes.^{Bm A G}

^GAll the Federales say^D they could have had him ^Gany day ^BmThey only let him ^Gsl^Dip^A away out of kindn^Gess, I suppose.^{Bm Bm A D}

^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 ^BmWhere he got the ^Gbr^Dea^Ad to go, there ain^G't nobody kno^Bmws ^{Bm A G}

^GAll the Federales say^D they could have had him ^Gany day ^BmThey only let him sli^Gp ^Daw^Aay out of kindness^G, I suppose. ^{Bm Bm G D}

^DThe poets tell how Pancho fell, and ^ALefty's living in cheap hotels ^GThe desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, ^DAnd so the story ^Aends we're told ^GPancho needs your prayers it's true, but ^Dsave a few for ^GLefty too ^BmHe only did what he^G h^Dad^A to do, and now he'^Gs growing old ^{Bm Bm A G}

^GAll the Federales say ^Dthey could have had him ^Gany day ^BmThey only let him g^Go ^Dso^A long out of^G kindness, I su^Bmppose. ^{Bm A G}

^GA few gray Federales say ^Dthey could have had him ^Gany day ^BmThey only let him g^Go ^Dso^A long out of kindness^G, I suppose. ^{Bm G D}