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DLivin' on the road, my friend,
AWas gonna keep us free and clean,
GBut now you wear your skin like iron
And you Dbreath's as D/Chard as D4kerBosene. A
GYou weren't your mama's only boy
But her Dfavorite D/Cone, it D4seeBms.
She Dbegan to cry
When you D/Csaid D4gooBd Abye A7
And Gsank into yourBm dreams.
(same chords as first verse)
Pancho was a bandit, boys,
Rode a horse fast as polished steel,
Wore his guns outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel.
Pancho met his match, you know,
in the deserts down in Mexico.
No one heard his dying words
But that's the way it goes.
GAnd all the federales say
They Dcould've D/Chad him D4anyB day.
They oDnly lD/Cet him sD4lipB away A A7
Out of Gkindness, I suppBmose.But all the federales say
They could have had him any day.
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose.
Now, poets sing how Pancho fell,
and Lefty's living in a cheap hotel.
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
And 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 growing old.
And all the federales say
They could've had him any day.
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose.
Yes, a few gray federales still say
They could've had him any day.
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness, I suppose.
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