Pohcho And Lefty

efty, 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 Where he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows All the Federales say they could have had him any day They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose. Poets tell how Pancho fell, and Lefty's living in a cheap hotel The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold, And so the story ends we're told Pancho needs your prayers it's true, but save a few for Lefty too He only did what he had to do, and now he's growing old