C Living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you G free and clean
F Now you wear your skin like iron,
C Your breath as hard as kerosene. G
F You werenât your mama's only boy, but her favorite one it C seems
C She began to cry when you said good- G bye,
A F nd sank into your dreams. C
C Pancho was a bandit boy, his horse was fa G st as polished steel
F He wore his gun outside his pants
C For all the honest world to feel. G
F C Pancho met his match you know on the deserts d F own in Mexico
C F C G F Nobody heard his dying words, ah b C ut that's the way it goes.
F C All the Federales say they could have had him an F y day
C They only let him slip away F out o C f ki G ndness, I supp F ose. C
C Lefty, he can't sing the blues all night long G like he used to.
F C The dust that Pancho G bit down south ended up in Lefty's mouth
F C The day they laid poor Pan F cho low, Lefty split for Ohio
C Where he got the bread to go F , ther C e ai G n't nobod F y knows C
F C All the Federales say they could have had him a F ny day
C They only let him slip away F out o C f k G indness, I suppose. F C
SOLO
C The boys tell how Pancho fell, and Lefty's livi G ng in cheap hotels
F The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold,
C And so the story ends we're G told
F C Pancho needs your prayers it's true, F but save a few for Lefty too
C He only did what he had to do, F and C no G w he's g F rowing old C
F All the Federales say they could h C ave had him any day F
C They only let him go so long F out C of k G indness, F I suppose. C
F A few gray Federales say they could ha C ve had him any day F
C They only let him go so long F out C of G kindness, I sup F pose. C
Chords
1: 1 0 3 F C G
2: 1 1 3
3: 2 0 4
4: 3 2 5
5: 3 3 5
6: 1 0 3
Willie Nelson
