Living on the road my friend
Gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
You and your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams
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, know,
on the deserts down in Mexico
No one heard his dying words
Oh, and that's the way it goes
An d all the Federalists say
You could have had him any day
You only let him hang around
Out of kindness, I suppose
Lefty, he couldn't sing the
blues all night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south,
well, it ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low,
When he got the bread to go
Always tell how Pancho fell
Left his living in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
So the story ends are told
Parcher needs your prayers, it's true
I'll save a few for lefty two
He just did what he had to do
Oh, an d now he's grown old
A few gray Federalists say
They could have had him any day
But they only let him go so long
Out of kindness I suppose
A few gray Federalists say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
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