| Livin on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean
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| Now you wear your skin like iron
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| Your breath as hard as kerosene
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| You weren’t your momma’s only boy, but her favorite one it seems
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| She began to cry when you said goodbye
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| And sank into your dreams
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| Pancho was a bandit boy, his horse was fast as polished steel
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| He wore his gun outside his pants
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| For all the honest world to feel
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| Pancho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
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| Nobody heard his dyin words, ah but that’s the way it goes
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| All the Federales say, they could’ve had him any day
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| They only let him slip away, out of kindness I suppose
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| 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
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| The day they laid poor Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio
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| Where he got the bread to go, there ain’t nobody knows
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| All the Federales say, they could’ve had him any day
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| They only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose
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| The boys tell how old Pancho fell, and Lefty’s livin in cheap hotels
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| The desert’s quiet, Cleveland’s cold
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| And so the story ends we’re told
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| Pancho needs your prayers it’s true, but save a few for Lefty too
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| He only did what he had to do, and now he’s growing old
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| All the Federales say, they 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 gray Federales say, they could’ve had him any day
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| They only let him go so long, out of kindness I suppose |