C	G
	Living on the road, my friend,	gonna make you free and clean

	F	C	G
	Now you wear your skin like iron, your	breath's as hard as	kerosene

	F	C	F
You	weren't your mama's only boy, but her	favourite one, it	seems

	Am	F	F	Am
She	began to cry when you	said good bye, and you	sank into your	dreams

	C	G
	Pancho was a bandit bold, his	horse as fast as polished steel

	F	C	G
	Wore his guns outside his clothes, for	all the honest	world to feel

	F	C	F
	Pancho met his match, you know,	on a desert down in	Mexico

	Am	F	F	Am
	No one heard his	dying words, oh but	that's the way it	goes

	F	C	F
And	all the federales say,	they could have had him	any day

	Am	F	G	F	Am
	They only let him	slip	away, out of	kindness, I sup	pose

	C	G
	Lefty he can't sing the blues,	all night long like he used to do

	F	C	G
The	dust that Pancho bit down south,	ended up in	Lefty's mouth

	F	C	F
The	day they laid poor Pancho low,	Lefty split for	Ohio

	Am	F	F	F	Am
	Where he got the	bread to go,	well there	ain't nobody	knows

	C	G
	Poets tell how Pancho fell, and	Lefty's living in a cheap hotel

	F	C	G
	The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold, and	so the story	ends we're told

	F	C	F
	Pancho needs your prayers, it's true,	but save a few for	Lefty, too

	Am	F	F	F	Am
	He only did what he	had to do,	and	now he's growing	old

	F	C	F
And a	few old gray federales still say,	they could have had him	any day

	Am	F	G	F	Am
	They only let him	go so	wrong, out of	kindness, I supp	ose