Willie Nelson – Pancho And Lefty (Ukulele Intro)

[Intro]
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...Living on the road my friend... was gonna keep you free and clean

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Now you wear your skin like iron, and your breath 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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Pancho was a bandit, boys... 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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Pancho met his match you know, on the deserts down in Mexico

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Nobody heard his dy...ing words... ah, but that's the way it goes.

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All the Federales say... they could have had him any day

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They only let him slip a...way 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 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 have had him any day

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They only let him slip a... way out of kindness, I suppose

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Poets tell how Pancho fell... and Lefty's living in cheap hotels

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The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, 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 have 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 have had him any day

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They only let him go so long out of kindness, I suppose.