Pancho And Lefty [Live (2004/Wiltern Theatre, Los Angeles)]歌词

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 weren't your momma's 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
In the deserts down in mexico

Nobody heard his dying words

Ah but that's the way it goes

All the federales say

They could've 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've had him any day

They only let him slip away

Out of kindness I suppose

The boys tell how old pancho fell

And lefty's livin 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've had him any day

They only let him go so long

Out of kindness I suppose

A few gray Federales say

They could've had him any day

They only let him go so long

Out of kindness I suppose