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verse 1
LCiving on the road, my friend, is gonna keep you Gfree and clean,
FNow you wear your skin like iron,
Your breaCth as hard as kerosene, G
You wereFn't your mama's only boy, but her favorite one, it seemCs, F
She began toC cry when you said goodbye, F C G
And sank Finto your dreams, Am G
verse 2
CPancho was a bandit, boys, his horse was fast as Gpolished steel,
He woreF his gun outside his pants, for all the honest wCorld to feel. G
FPancho met his match, you know, on the deserts down in Mexico, C F
CNobody heard his dying wordFs, Cah,G but that's the way iFt goes, Am G
FAll the Federales say they could haCve had him any day, F
They onlyC let him slip awayF outC oGf kindness, I Fsuppose, Am G
verse 3
CLefty, he can't sing the blues all night loGng like he used to.
The dustF that Pancho bit down south ended up in Lefty'sC mouth, G
The day Fthey laid poor Pancho low, Lefty split for OhCio, F
And whereC he got the bread to goF, therCe aiGn't nobody knFows, Am G
FAll the Federales sayC they could have had him any day, F
They onlyC let him slip awayF ouCt oGf kindness, I Fsuppose, Am G C
verse 4
CPoets tell how Pancho fell, and Lefty's livingG in a cheap hotel.
The deseFrt's quiet and Cleveland's cold, and so the story ends, Cwe're told. G
FPancho needs your prayers, it's true, but save a few for LeftCy too. F
He onlCy did what he had to do,F andC noGw he's growiFng old, Am G
FAll the Federales say they could have haCd him any day, F
CThey only let him slip awFay ouCt oGf kindness, I Fsuppose. Am F G
FA few gray Federales say they could have had hCim any day. F
CThey only let him go so lonFg, CoutG of of kindness, I sFuppose, Am
AmFC
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