“PANCHO AND LEFTY” by Townes Van Zandt

[Intro]
    C                               G
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C
Living on the road my friend
G
Was gonna keep you free and clean
F
But now you wear your skin like iron
C                      G
And your breath's as hard as kerosene
F
Weren't your mama's only boy
         C               F
But her favorite one it seems
    Am                    / F    C /   G
She began to cry when you said goodbye
    F                Am
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boy
His horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
Ah but that's the way it goes

F
All the Federales say
C                    F
They could have had him any day
Am               / F  C /    G
They only let him slip away
         F           Am
Out of kindness, I suppose

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
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
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose

|C - - - / - - - - / G - - - / - - - - /
|F - - - / - - - - / Am - - - / - - - - /

The poets tell how Pancho fell
And Lefty's living in cheap hotels
The desert's quiet, 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

All the Federales say
We could have had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose

A few gray Federales say
We could have had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose

source: Caleb Burns