Pancho & Lefty

Counting Crows

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    Livin' on the road, my friend
    Was gonna keep you free and clean
    But now you wear your skin like iron
    And your breath as hard as kerosene
    You weren't your mama's only boy
    But her favorite one, it seems
    She began to cry when you said goodbye
    And sank into your dreams
    Pancho was a bandit, boys
    His horse as 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
    No one heard his dyin' words
    Ah, but that's the way it goes
    All the federales say
    They could have had him any day
    They only let him slip away
    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
    The poets tell how Pancho fell
    And Lefty's livin' 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 growin' old
    All the federales say
    We could have had him any day
    They only let him go so long
    Out of kindness, I suppose
    A few old gray federales still say
    We could have had him any day
    We only let him go so long
    Out of kindness, I suppose

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