Emmylou Harris

(Townes van Zandt)
Livin on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear skin like iron
And your breaths as hard as kerosene
You werent your mamas 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
Well, Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
And nobody heard his dyin words
Ah but thats the way it goes
All the Federales say
Could of had him any day
Only let him any day
Hang around
Out of kindness I suppose
Lefty, he cant sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Leftys mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to gop
There aint nobody knows
Well, the poets tell how Pancho fell
And Leftys livin in a cheap hotel
The desserts quiet and Clevelands cold
So the story ends, were told
Pancho needs your prayers its true
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
And now hes growin old
A few gray Federales say
Could have had him any day
Only let him go so long
Out of kindness I suppose
[ Pancho & Lefty Lyrics ]