Living on the road my friend, Is gonna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron, Your breath as hard as kerosene. You werent your mamas 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, 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 words, Ah but thats 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 cant sing the blues All night long like he used to. The dust that pancho bit down south Ended up in leftys mouth The day they laid poor pancho low, Lefty split for ohio Where he got the bread to go, There aint nobody knows The poets tell how pancho fell, And leftys living in cheap hotels The deserts quiet, clevelands cold, And so the story ends were told Pancho needs your prayers its true, But save a few for lefty too He only did what he had to do, And now hes growing old
First Played: November 26, 2004 Peabody's - Cleveland, OH
Last Played: November 26, 2004 Peabody's - Cleveland, OH
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