Frank Turner
Pancho & Lefty
Living on the road my friendWas gonna keep you free and cleanNow you wear your skin like ironYour breath's as hard as keroseneYou weren't your mama's only boyBut her favorite one it seemsShe began to cry when you said goodbyeAnd sank into your dreamsPancho was a bandit boysHis horse was fast as polished steelWore his gun outside his pantsFor all the honest world to feelPancho met his match you knowOn the deserts down in MexicoNobody heard his dying wordsThat's the way it goesAll the federales sayThey could have had him any dayThey only let him hang aroundOut of kindness I supposeLefty he can't sing the bluesAll night long like he used toThe dust that Pancho bit down southSongtexteEnded up in Lefty's mouthThe day they laid poor Pancho lowLefty split for OhioWhere he got the bread to goThere ain't nobody knowsAll the federales sayThey could have had him any dayThey only let him slip awayOut of kindness I supposeThe poets tell how Pancho fellLefty's livin' in a cheap motelThe desert's quiet and Cleveland's coldSo the story ends we're toldPancho needs your prayers it's true,But save a few for Lefty tooHe just did what he had to doNow he's growing oldAll the federales sayThey could have had him any dayThey only let him hang aroundOut of kindness I supposeA few gray federales sayThey could have had him any dayThey only let him go so wrongOut of kindness I suppose
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