Living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron, and your breath is hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy, but her favourite 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 wordsah, 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
They could have had him any day
They 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
They could have had him any day.)
They only go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose

A few grey Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose