Pancho And Lefty

Living on the road, my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as keroseneYou weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreamsPancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feelPancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the way it goesAll the federales say
Could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness I supposeLefty, 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 mouthThe day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knowsAll the federales say
Could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I supposePoets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends we're toldPancho 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 oldAll the federales say
Could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I supposeA few gray federales say
Could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness I suppose