Pancho and Lefty

by practicalspactical

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pancho_and_Lefty

Dan and his friend Phil playing guitars in the sun-room, New Years Day 2009.

Living on the road my friend is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron, your breath’s hard as kerosene
You weren’t your momma’s only boy, but her favorite one it seems
began to cry when you said goodbye, sank into your dreams

Poncho was a bandit boys, his horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants for all the honest world to feel
Poncho met his match, ya know, on the desert down in Mexico
No one heard his dyin’ words, but that’s the way it goes.

All the Federales say, they could’a had him any day
They only let him go so long, out of kindness I suppose.

Lefty he can’t sing the blues, anymore like he used to
The dust that Poncho bit down south, ended up in Lefty’s mouth
The day they laid poor Poncho low, Lefty split for O-hio
Where he got the bread to go, ain’t nobody knows.

The poets tell how Poncho fell, Lefty’s livin’ in a cheap hotel
The desert’s quiet, Cleveland’s cold and so the story ends, we’re told
Poncho needs your prayers it’s true, but save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do but now he’s growin’ old.

And all the federales say, they could of had him any day
They only let him go so long, out of kindness, I suppose

Yes a few old gray federales still say, they could of had him any day
They only let him go so wrong, out of kindness, I suppose