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