Living on the road, my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
And 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
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

Well, Pancho met his match, you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
And nobody heard his dying words
But that's the way it goes

And all the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness, I suppose

Well 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
And where he got the bread to go
That ain't nobody knows

And all the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away

Now the poets tell how Pancho fell
And Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends, we're told

Pancho needs your prayers, it's true
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
And now he's growing old

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

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