Pancho and Lefty

Living on the road, my friend Wasgonnakeep 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 herfavoriteone, it seems Shebeganto cry when you said goodbye And sank into your dreams Pancho was a bandit, boys Hishorsewas fast aspolishedsteel Wore his gunoutsidehis pants For all thehonestworld to feel ButPanchomet his match, you know In thedesertsdown in Mexico Nobodyheardhisdyingwords That's the way it goes And all thefederalessay Theycouldhave had him any day They only let him hang around Out of kindness, I suppose And Lefty, he can't sing the blues Allnightlong like he used to The dust thatPanchobit down south Ended up in Lefty's mouth The day they laid poorPancholow Leftysplitfor Ohio Andwherehe got thebreadto go Ain'tnobodyknows Youmightalso like Demons Doja Cat Cheeseburger in Paradise Jimmy Buffett KEYSTOMY LIFE $,KanyeWest & TyDolla$ign And all thefederalessay Theycouldhave had him any day They only let him slip away Out of kindness, I suppose Well, thepoetstell howPanchofell Lefty'slivingin acheaphotel The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold So thestoryends, we're told Panchoneedsyour prayers, it's true But save a few for Lefty, too He just did what he had to do And now he'sgrowingold And a few grayfederalessay Theycouldhave had him any day They only let him go so wrong Out of kindness, I suppose"