Remove AdsC GLiving on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean
FNow you wear your skin like iron,
C GYour breath as hard as kerosene.
F C FYou weren't your mama's only boy, but her favorite one it seems
C F C GShe began to cry when you said goodbye,
F Am Am G CAnd sank into your dreams.
C GPancho was a bandit boys, his horse was fast as polished steel
FBe wore his gun outside his pants
C GFor all the honest world to feel.
F C FPancho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
C F C G F Am Am G FNobody heard his dying words, ah but that's the way it goes.
F C FAll the Federales say they could have had him any day
C F C G F AmThey only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose.
Am G C
C GLefty, he can't sing the blues all night long like he used to.
F C GThe dust that Pancho bit down south ended up in Lefty's mouth
F C FThe day they laid poor Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio
C F C G F AmWhere he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows
Am G F
F C FAll the Federales say they could have had him any day
C F C G F Am Am G CThey only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose.
C GPoets tell how Pancho fell, and Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
FThe desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold,
C GAnd so the story ends we're told
F C FPancho needs your prayers it's true, but save a few for Lefty too
C F C G F AmBe only did what he had to do, and now he's growing old
Am G F
F C FAll the Federales say they could have had him any day
C F C G F AmThey only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose.
Am G F
F C FA few gray Federales say they could have had him any day
C F C G F AmThey only let him go so long, out of of kindness, I suppose.
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