Lyrics:

Livin On The Road My Friend
was Gonna Keep You Free And Clean
now You Wear Your Skin Like Iron
and Your Breaths As Hard As Kerosene
werent Your Mamas 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 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
in The Deserts Down In Mexico
and Nobody Heard His Dyin Words
ah But Thats The Way It Goes

all The Federales Say
they Could Of Had Him Any Day
only Let Him Slip Away
out Of Kindness I Suppose

lefty, He Cant Sing The Blues
all Night Long Like He Used To
the Dust That Pancho Bit Down South
ended Up In Leftys Mouth
the Day They Laid Poor Pancho Low
lefty Split For Ohio
where He Got The Bread To Go
there Aint Nobody Knows

all The Federales Say
could Of Had Him Any Day
we Only Let Him Slip Away
out Of Kindness I Suppose

the Poets Tell How Pancho Fell
leftys Livin In A Cheap Hotel
the Deserts Quiet And Clevelands Cold
and So The Story Ends, Were Told
pancho Needs Your Prayers Its True
but Save A Few For Lefty Too
he Only Did What He Had To Do
and Now Hes Growin Old

all The Federales Say
could Of Had Him Any Day
we Only Let Him Slip Away
out Of Kindness I Suppose

a Few Gray Federales Say
coulda Had Him Any Day
we Only Let Him Go So Long
out Of Kindness I Suppose