Verse: C# Livinʼ on the road, my friend G# Was gonna keep us free and clean F# But now you wear your skin like iron C# G# And your breathʼs as hard as kerosene F# You werenʼt your mamaʼs only boy C# F# But her favorite one, it seems A#m F# G# She began to cry when you said good bye F# A#m And sank into your dreams C# Pancho was a bandit, boys G# Rode a horse fast as polished steel F# Wore his guns outside his pants C# G# For all the honest world to feel F# Pancho met his match, you know C# F# On the deserts down in Mexico A#m F# G# No one heard his dyinʼ words F# A#m But thatʼs the way it goes Chorus. F# And all the federales say C# F# They could have had him any day A#m F# G# They only let him slip away F# A#m Out of kindness, I suppose Verse: C# Now Lefty he canʼt sing the blues G# All night long like he used to F# The dust that Pancho bit down South C# G# It ended up in Leftyʼs mouth F# The day they laid old Pancho low C# F# Lefty split for Ohio A#m F# G# Where he got the bread to go F# A#m Well there ainʼt nobody ʼknows Chorus. Verse: C# Now poets sing how Pancho fell G# Leftyʼs livinʼ in a cheap hotel F# The desertʼs quiet and Clevelandʼs cold C# G# And so the story ends, weʼre told F# Pancho needs your prayers, itʼs true C# F# But save a few for Lefty, too A#m F# G# He only did what he had to do F# A#m And now heʼs growinʼ old Chorus. Outro: C# Yes a few old gray federales still say C# F# They could have had him any day A#m F# G# They only let him go so wrong F# A#m Out of kindness, I suppose
