[INTRO]
 
        [Verse]
        C
        Living on the road my friend
        G
        Is gonna keep you free and clean
        F
        Now you wear your skin like iron
        C                      G
        Your breath 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 good  - bye
            F                Am
        And sank into your dreams
            
        [Verse]
        C
        Pancho was a bandit, boys, his
        G
        horse was fast as polished steel
            F
        He wore his gun outside his pants
                C              G
        For all the honest world to feel
            F
        Pancho met his match you know on the
            C               F
        deserts down in Mexico
            Am              / F C / G
        And nobody heard his dying words
        F                  Am
        That's the way it goes
            
            [Chorus]
            F
            And all the Federales say
            C                       F
            They could have had him any day
            Am               / F  C / G
            They only let him hang around
                    F            Am
            out of kindness I suppose
            
        [Verse]
        C
        Well, Lefty he can't sing the blues
        G
        all night long like he used to
                F
        The dust that Pancho bit down south
        C            G
        ended up in Lefty's mouth
        F
        The day they laid poor Pancho low
        C               F
        Lefty split for Ohio
        Am                   / F   C / G
        And where he got the bread to  go
                    F             Am
        Ah, there ain't nobody knows
            

                    [Chorus]
    
                    [Solo]
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                    [Verse]
                    C
                    Well, the poets tell how Pancho fell and
                    G
                    Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
                            F
                    The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold,
                    C                G
                    And so the story ends we're told
                    F
                    Pancho needs your prayers it's true but
                        C             F
                    save a few for Lefty too
                    Am                 / F  C / G
                    He just did what he had to do
                            F               Am
                    and now he's growing old
                        
                    [Chorus]  
                    [OUTRO]       
                    F
                    A few gray Federales say
                    C                       F
                    They could have had him any day
                    Am               / F C / G
                    They only let him go so wrong
                                F             Am
                    out of of kindness I suppose
                        
                    Am