A#F
Living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean
D#
Now you wear your skin like iron,
A#F
Your breath as hard as kerosene.
D#A#D#
You werenʼt your mamaʼs only boy, but her favorite one it seems
A#D#A#F
She began to cry when you said goodbye,
D#Gm
And sank into your dreams.
GmFA#A#F
Pancho was a bandit boys, his horse was fast as polished steel
D#
He wore his gun outside his pants
A#F
For all the honest world to feel.
D#A#D#
Pancho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
A#D#A#FD#GmGmFD#
Nobody heard his dying words, ah but thatʼs the way it goes.
D#A#D#
All the Federales say they could have had him any day
A#D#A#FD#Gm
They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose.
GmFA#A#F
Lefty, he canʼt sing the blues all night long like he used to.
D#A#F
The dust that Pancho bit down south ended up in Leftyʼs mouth
D#A#D#
The day they laid poor Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio
A#D#A#FD#Gm
Where he got the bread to go, there ainʼt nobody knows
GmFD#D#A#D#
All the Federales say they could have had him any day
A#D#A#FD#GmGmFA#
They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose.
A#F
Poets tell how Pancho fell, and Leftyʼs living in a cheap hotel
D#
The desertʼs quiet and Clevelandʼs cold,
A#F
And so the story ends weʼre told
D#A#D#
Pancho needs your prayers itʼs true, but save a few for Lefty too
A#D#A#FD#Gm
He only did what he had to do, and now heʼs growing old
GmFD#D#A#D#
All the Federales say they could have had him any day
A#D#A#FD#Gm
They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose.
GmFD#D#A#D#
A few gray Federales say they could have had him any day
A#D#A#FD#Gm
They only let him go so long, out of of kindness, I suppose.
