Pancho And Lefty

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Living on the road, my friend,
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Is gonna keep you free and clean,
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Now you wear your skin like iron,
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And your breath's as hard as kerosene.
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You weren't your mama's only boy,
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But her favorite one it seems
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You heard her cry when you said goodbye,
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She sank into your dreams.         B:----3-------------|

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Pancho was a bandit boy,           A:-----------2-4----|
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His horse was fast as polished steel.
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He wore his gun outside his pants
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For all the honest world to feel.
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Pancho met his match, you know,
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On the deserts down in Mexico.
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Nobody heard his dying words,
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Ah, but that's the way it goes.
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All the Federales say
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They could have had him any day,
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They only let him slip a - way
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  Out of kindness, I suppose
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Lefty, he can't sing the blues
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All night long like he used to.
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The dust that Pancho bit down south
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Ended up in Lefty's mouth.
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The day they laid poor Pancho low,
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Lefty split for Ohio
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Where he got the bread to go,
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There ain't nobody knows
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All the Federales say
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They could have had him any day,
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They only let him slip a - way
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  Out of kindness, I suppose
Solo (3:10)
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The poets tell how Pancho fell,
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And Lefty's living in cheap hotels.
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The desert's quiet, and Cleveland's cold,
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And so the story ends we're told.
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Pancho needs your prayers, it's true,
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But save a few for Lefty too.
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He only did what he had to do,
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And now he's growing old
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All the Federales say
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They could have had him any day,
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They only let him slip a - way
G                     Bm A
  Out of kindness, I suppose
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A few gray Federales say
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We could have had them any day,
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We only let 'em go so wrong
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  Out of kindness, I suppose