[Verse 1] Living on the road, my friend Was gonna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron And your breaths as hard as kerosene You werent your mamas only son But her favorite one, it seems She began to cry when you said goodbye And sank into your dreams [Verse 2] Pancho was a bandit, boys His horse was fast as polished steel Wore his gun outside his pants For all the honest world to feel Pancho met his match, you know On the borders down in Mexico And nobody heard his dying words And thats the way it goes [Chorus] And all the federales say They coulda had him any day They only let him hang around Out of kindness, I suppose [Verse 3] Well Lefty, he cant sing the blues All night long like he used to The dust that Pancho bit down south Ended up in Leftys mouth The day they laid poor Pancho low Lefty left for Ohio And where he got the bread to go Ah there aint nobody knows [Chorus] And all the federales say They coulda had him any day They only let him slip away Out of kindness, I suppose [Verse 4] Well, the poets tell how Pancho fell Leftys living in a cheap hotel The borders quiet and Clevelands cold So the story ends, were told Pancho needs your prayers, its true But save a few for Lefty, too He just did what he had to do Ah and now hes growing old [Chorus] And all the federales say They coulda had him any day They only let him go so wrong Out of kindness, I suppose A few gray federales say They coulda had him any day They only let him go so wrong Out of kindness, I suppose
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