Pancho & Lefty Songtext
von Tennessee Jet

Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath is 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
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boy
His horse was fast as polished steel
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
Nobody heard his dying words
That′s the way it goes


All the federales say
They could've had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty, he can't sing them blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
It ended up in Lefty′s mouth

The day they laid old Pancho low
Lefty split to Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain′t nobody knows

And all them federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

Poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
The desert′s quiet and Cleveland's cold
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
Now he′s growing old

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness I suppose

A few grey federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness I suppose