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. Am G C
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. Am G F
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.
Am G C 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 Am knows
Am G F 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. Am G C
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
Am G F 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.
Am G F 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
