Pancho & Lefty

Living on the road, my friend
 Was gonna keep you free and clean
 But now you wear your skin like iron
 Your breath, as hard as kerosene
 You weren't your mama's only boy
 But her favorite one it seems
 She began to cry when you said goodbye
 Sank into your dreams
 Pancho was a bandit boy
 His horse was fast as polished steel
 And he 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
 And nobody heard his dying words
 But that's the way it goes
 And all the federales say
 They could have had him any day
 They only let him slip away
 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
 There ain't nobody knows
 And all the federales say
 They could have had him any day
 They only let him go so long
 Out of kindness, I suppose
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 Poets tell how Pancho fell
 Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
 The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
 And so the story ends, we're told
 Pancho needs your prayers, it's true
 Save a few for Lefty too
 He only did what he had to do
 Now he's getting old
 And all the federales say
 "They could have had him any day"
 They only let him slip away
 Out of kindness, I suppose
 Few grey federales say
 They could've had him any day
 They only let him go so long
 Out of kindness, I suppose