Pancho & Lefty Lyrics

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By townes van zandt

Living on the road my friend,
Is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron,
Your breath as hard as kerosene.
You werent your mamas 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,
Ah but thats the way it goes.

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose.

Lefty, he cant sing the blues
All night long like he used to.
The dust that pancho bit down south
Ended up in leftys mouth
The day they laid poor pancho low,
Lefty split for ohio
Where he got the bread to go,
There aint nobody knows

The poets tell how pancho fell,
And leftys living in cheap hotels
The deserts quiet, clevelands cold,
And so the story ends were told
Pancho needs your prayers its true,
But save a few for lefty too
He only did what he had to do,
And now hes growing old

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By townes van zandt 
 
Living on the road my friend, 
Is gonna keep you free and clean 
Now you wear your skin like iron, 
Your breath as hard as kerosene. 
You werent your mamas 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, 
Ah but thats the way it goes. 
 
All the federales say 
They could have had him any day 
They only let him slip away 
Out of kindness, I suppose. 
 
Lefty, he cant sing the blues 
All night long like he used to. 
The dust that pancho bit down south 
Ended up in leftys mouth 
The day they laid poor pancho low, 
Lefty split for ohio 
Where he got the bread to go, 
There aint nobody knows 
 
The poets tell how pancho fell, 
And leftys living in cheap hotels 
The deserts quiet, clevelands cold, 
And so the story ends were told 
Pancho needs your prayers its true, 
But save a few for lefty too 
He only did what he had to do, 
And now hes growing old

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