Pancho And Lefty Lyrics - Guy Clark

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 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, 

Ah but that's 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 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