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Song written by Townes Van Zandt
sung by Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard
(Verse 1)
DLivin' on the road, my friend
AWas gonna keep us free and clean
GBut now you wear your skin like iron
DAnd your breath's as hard as keArosene
GYou weren't your mama's only boy
DBut her favorite one, it sGeems
BmShe began to cry when you said goGod bye A
GAnd sank into your dBmreams
(Verse 2)
DPancho was a bandit, boys
ARode a horse fast as polished steel
GWore his guns outside his pants
DFor all the honest world tAo feel
GPancho met his match, you know
DOn the deserts down iGn Mexico
BmNo one heard his dyin' wGords A
GBut that's the way iBmt goes
(Chorus)
GAnd all the federales say
DThey could have had him any Gday
BmThey only let him sGlip aAway
Out of Gkindness, I suppBmose
(Verse 3)
DNow Lefty he can't sing the blues
AAll night long like he used to
GThe dust that Pancho bit down South
DIt ended up in Lefty'As mouth
GThe day they laid old Pancho low
DLefty split for Ohio G
BmWhere he got the bread tGo go A
GWell there ain't nobodBmy 'knows
(Chorus)
(Verse 4)
DNow poets sing how Pancho fell
ALefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
GThe desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
DAnd so the story ends, we'Are told
GPancho needs your prayers, it's true
DBut save a few for Lefty, toGo
BmHe only did what he had to dGo A
GAnd now he's growin'Bm old
(Chorus)
(Final Chorus)
DYes a few old gray federales still say
DThey could have had him any dGay
BmThey only let him go soG wrong A
Out of Gkindness, I suppoBmse