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 but pancho met his match you know in the deserts down in mexico nobody heard his dying words that s the way it goes and all the federales say they could have had him any day they only let him hang around out of kindness i suppose and 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 and where he got the bread to go ain t nobody knows and all the federales say they could have had him any day they only let him slip away out of kindness i suppose well the poets tell how pancho fell lefty s living in a cheap hotel the desert s quiet cleveland s cold so the story ends we re told pancho needs your prayers it s true but save a few for lefty too he just did what he had to do and now he s growing old and a few gray federales say they could have had him any day they only let him go so wrong out of kindness i suppose10
['alternative country', 'cosmic american', 'country rock', 'folk', 'folk rock', 'outlaw country', 'roots rock', 'singer-songwriter', 'texas country']