Living on the road my friend Was gonna keep us free and clean But bow you wear your skin like iron And your breath's as hard as kerosene You weren't your momma'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 Rode his horse fast as polished steel Wore his guns outside his pants For all the honest world to feel Pancho met his match, you know On the deserts down in Mexico No one heard his dying words But that's the way it goes All the Federales say They could've had him any day They only let him slip away Out of kindness I suppose Now, Lefty, he can't sing the blues All night long like he used to The dust that Pancho bit down South It ended up in Lefty's mouth The day they laid old Pancho low Lefty split for Ohio Where he got the bread to go There ain't nobody knows All the Federales say They could've had him any day They only let him slip away Out of kindness I suppose Now poets sing how Pancho fell And Lefty's living in a cheap hotel The desert's quiet and 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 They could've had him any day They only let him go so long Out of kindness I suppose A few grey Federales say They could've had him any day They only let him go so long Out of kindness I suppose