Livin' on the road my friend,
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
An' your breath is hard as kerosene
Weren't your momma's only boy,
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
Sank into your dreams
Pancho was a bandit boy,
His horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dyin' word,
Ah but that's the way it goes
All the Federales say,
They could've had him any day
They only let him slip away,
Out of kindness I suppose
Lefty he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
Th' day they laid poor Pancho low,
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go,
There ain't nobody knows
All the Federales say,
They could've had him any day
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose
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The poets tell how Pancho fell,
And Lefty's livin' in cheap hotels
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
And so the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do,
And now he's growing old
All the Federales say,
They could've had him any day
Only let him go so long,
Out of kindness I suppose
A few gray Federales say,
Could've had him any day
We only let him go so long,
Out of kindness I suppose.