Tom: C (verse 1) C G Living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean, F Now you wear your skin like iron, C G Your breath as hard as kerosene, F C F You weren't your mama's only boy, but her favorite one it seems, C F C G She began to cry when you said goodbye, F Am G - C And sank into your dreams, (verse 2) C G Pancho was a bandit boys, his horse was fast as polished steel, F He wore his gun outside his pants, C G For all the honest world to feel, F C F Pancho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico, C F C G F Am G - F Nobody heard his dying words, ah but that's the way it goes, Refrão: F C F All the Federales say they could have had him any day, C F C G F Am - G - F They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose, (verse 3) C G Lefty, he can't sing the blues all night long like he used to, F C G The dust that Pancho bit down south ended up in Lefty's mouth, F C F The day they laid poor Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio, C F C G F Am - G - F Where he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows, Refrão: F C F All the Federales say they could have had him any day, C F C G F Am - G - F They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose, (verse 4) C G Poets tell how Pancho fell, and 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 C F Pancho needs your prayers it's true, but save a few for Lefty too, C F C G F Am - G - F He only did what he had to do, and now he's growing old, Chorus) F C F All the Federales say they could have had him any day, C F C G F Am - F - G They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose, F C F A few gray Federales say they could have had him any day, C F C G F Am They only let him go so long, out of of kindness, I suppose,