Tom: D
D A
Living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean
G D A
Now you wear your skin like iron, Your breath as hard as kerosene
G D G
You weren't your mama's only boy, but her favorite one it seems
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She began to cry when you said goodbye, And sank into your dreams
D A
Pancho was a bandit boy, his horse was fast as polished steel
G D A
He wore his gun outside his pants. For all the honest world to feel
G D G
Pancho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
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Nobody heard his dying words, ah but that's the way it goes
G D G
All the Federales say they could have had him any day
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They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose
D A
Lefty, he can't sing the blues all night long like he used to
G D A
The dust that Pancho bit down south ended up in Lefty's mouth
G D G
The day they laid poor Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio
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Where he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows
G D G
All the Federales say they could have had him any day
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They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose
D A
The poets tell how Pancho fell, and Lefty's living in cheap hotels
G D A
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, And so the story ends we're told
G D G
Pancho needs your prayers it's true, but save a few for Lefty too
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He only did what he had to do, and now he's growing old
G D G
All the Federales say they could have had him any day
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They only let him go so long out of kindness, I suppose
G D G
A few gray Federales say they could have had him any day
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They only let him go so long out of kindness, I suppose
