Kamahl - For the Good Times lyrics

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