Pancho and Lefty [Live]

Livin' on the road, my friend
Supposed to keep you free and clean
And now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath as hard as kerosene

Weren't you mama's only boy
But her favorite one, it seems
Began to cry when you said, "Goodbye"
Sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit, boys
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 deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dyin' words
But that's the way it goes

All the federales say
"Could have had him any day
Only let him hang around
Out of kindness, I suppose"

Lefty he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in lefty's mouth

The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
Ah, there ain't nobody knows

All the federales say
"Could have had him any day
Only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose"

Poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
Desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
So the story ends, we're told

Pancho needs your prayers, it's true
But save a few for lefty, too
He only did what he had to do
And now he's growin' old

All the federales say
"Could have had him any da
Only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose"

A few gray federales say
"Could have had him any day
Only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose"