C Living on the road my friend, G is gonna keep you free and clean,
F Now you wear your skin like iron,
Your C breath as hard as G kerosene,
F You weren't your mama's only boy, but her C favorite one it F seems,
C She began to cry when you F said C goodb G ye,
And F sank into your Am dreams G , - C
(verse 2)
C Pancho was a bandit boys G , his horse was fast as polished steel,
F He wore his gun outside his pants,
For C all the honest world to G feel,
F Pancho met his match you know on the C deserts down in F Mexico,
C Nobody heard his F dyi C ng G words, ah but F that's the way it Am goes, G - F
(chorus)
F All the Federales say C they could have had him F any day,
C They only let him F slip C awa G y out of F kindness, I sup Am pos - e, G - F
(verse 3)
C Lefty, he can't sing the blues G all night long like he used to,
F The dust that Pancho bit down south C ended up in G Lefty's mouth,
F The day they laid poor Pancho low, C Lefty split for F Ohio,
C Where he got the F bread C to g G o, there F ain't nobody k Am now - s, G - F
(chorus)
F All the Federales say C they could have had him F any day,
C They only let him F slip C awa G y out of F kindness, I sup Am pose, G - C
(verse 4)
C Poets tell how Pancho fell, and Lef G ty's living in a cheap hotel,
F The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold,
C And so the story G ends we're told,
F Pancho needs your prayers it's true, but C save a few for F Lefty too,
C He only did what he F had C to G do, and F now he's growing Am old - , G - F
Chorus)
F All the Federales say C they could have had him F any day,
C They only let him F slip C awa G y out of F kindness, I sup Am pos - e, F - G
F A few gray Federales say C they could have had him F any day,
C They only let him g F o s C o l G ong, out of of F kindness, I s Am uppose,
Emmylou Harris
