Townes Van Zandt Pancho and Lefty

Live Rear View Mirror CD Living on the road my friend Was gonna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron Your breath s as hard as kerosene You weren t your mama 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 boys His horse was fast as polished steel 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 That s the way it goes All the federales say They could have had him any day They only let him hang around 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