Pancho And Lefty

[Intro: ]C - F (4x)  

(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    
And sank into your dreams,    
    
    
(verse 2)    
C                                                G    
Pancho was a bandit, boys, his horse was fast as polished steel,    
       F                                               C                   G   
He wore his gun outside his pants, 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   
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   
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   
And 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 - C    
They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose,    

    
Chords during solo: Am - F - C - C - F - F - C - Am - C - C - F/C/G - G - F - Am  

    
(verse 4)    
C                                             G    
Poets tell how Pancho fell, and Lefty's living in a cheap hotel.    
        F                                                       C                G   
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold, 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    
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,    

Ending: Am - F - C