For The Good Times Lyrics - Otis Clay

Living on the road my friend, 

Was 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. 

All the Federales say 

We could have had him any day. 

We only let him slip away 

Out of kindness, I suppose. 

The poets tell how Pancho fell, 

And Lefty's living in cheap hotels 

The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, 

And 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, 

And now he's growing old. 

All the Federales say 

We could have had him any day. 

We only let him go so long 

Out of kindness, I suppose. 

A few gray Federales say 

We could have had him any day 

We only let him go so long 

Out of kindness, I suppose.