D A
Livin' on the road, my friend,Was gonna keep us free and clean
G D A
But now you wear your skin like ironAnd your breath's as hard as ke-rosene
G D G Bm
You weren't your mama's only boyBut her favorite one, it seemsShe began to cry
G A G Bm
When you said good byeAnd sank into your dreams
Pancho was a bandit, boys, Rode a horse fast as polished steel
Wore his guns outside his pants For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match, you know, On the deserts down in Mexico
No one heard his dyin' words, But that's the way it goes
G
And all the federales say
D G
They could have had him any day
Bm G A
They only let him slip away
G Bm
Out of kindness, I suppose
Now Lefty he can't sing the blues All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south It ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid old Pancho low Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go Well there ain't nobody 'knows
But all the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
Now poets sing how Pancho fell Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and 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 growin' old
And all the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose
Yes a few old gray federales still say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness, I suppose
