| Living on the road my friend was gonna keep you free and clean
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| Now you were your skin like iron and your breath’s as hard as kerosene
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| You weren’t your mama’s only boy but her favorite one it seems
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| She began to cry when you said goodbye and sank into your dreams
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| Poncho was a bandit boy, his horse was fast as polished steel
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| He wore his gun outside his pants for all the honest world to feel
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| Poncho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
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| Nobody heard his dying words ah but that’s the way it goes
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| And all the federals say they could’ve had him any day
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| We only let him hang around out of kindness I suppose
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| Lefty he can’t sing the blues all night long like he used to
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| The dust that poncho bit down south ended up in lefty’s mouth
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| The day they laid poor poncho low lefty split for Ohio
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| Where he got the bread to go, oh, there ain’t nobody knows
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| And all the federals say they could’ve had him any day
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| We only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose
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| Well the poets tell how poncho fell and lefty’s living in a cheap hotel
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| The desert’s quiet and Cleveland’s cold and so the story ends we’re told
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| Poncho needs your prayers it’s true but save a few for lefty too
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| He just did what he had to do and now he’s growing old
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| A few great federal they say it could’ve had him any day
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| They only let him go so long out of kindness I suppose
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| A few great federal they say it could’ve had him any day
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| They only let him go so long out of kindness I suppose |