Livin' on the road, my friend<br />
Was gonna keep you free and clean<br />
And now you wear your skin like iron<br />
And your breath is hard as kerosene<br />
<br />
Weren't your mama's only boy<br />
But her favorite one, it seems<br />
She began to cry when you said goodbye<br />
And sank into your dreams<br />
<br />
Pancho was a bandit, boy<br />
His horse as fast as polished steel<br />
He wore his gun outside his pants<br />
For all the honest world to feel<br />
<br />
Pancho met his match, you know<br />
On the deserts down in Mexico<br />
No body heard his dyin' words<br />
Ah, but that's the way it goes<br />
<br />
All the federales say<br />
They could have had him any day<br />
They only let him slip away<br />
Out of kindness, I suppose<br />
<br />
Lefty he can't sing the blues<br />
All night long like he used to<br />
The dust that Pancho bit down south<br />
Ended up in Lefty's mouth<br />
<br />
The day they laid poor Pancho low<br />
Lefty split for Ohio<br />
Where he got the bread to go<br />
There ain't nobody knows<br />
<br />
All the federales say<br />
They could have had him any day<br />
We only let him slip away<br />
Out of kindness, I suppose<br />
<br />
The poets tell how Pancho fell<br />
And Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel<br />
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold<br />
And so the story ends, we're told<br />
<br />
Pancho needs your prayers, it's true<br />
But save a few for Lefty, too<br />
He only did what he had to do<br />
And now he's growin' old<br />
<br />
All the federales say<br />
We could have had him any day<br />
They only let him go so long<br />
Out of kindness, I suppose<br />
<br />
A few old gray federales say<br />
We could have had him any day<br />
We only let him go so long<br />
Out of kindness, I suppose