Pancho And Lefty Lyrics

	作词 : VanZandt
	Steve Earle - Pancho And Lefty
	Livin' on the road, my friend
	Was gonna keep you free and clean
	And now you wear your skin like iron
	And your breath as hard as kerosene
	Weren't you mama's only boy
	But her favorite one, it seems
	She began to cry when you said, "Goodbye"
	Sank into your dreams
	Pancho was a bandit, boy
	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
	On the deserts down in Mexico
	Nobody heard his dyin' words
	But that's the way it goes
	All the federales say
	"They could have had him any day"
	They only let him slip away
	Out of kindness, I suppose
	Lefty he can't sing the blues
	All night long like he used to
	The dust that Pancho bit down south
	Ended up in lefty's mouth
	The day they laid poor Pancho low
	Lefty split for Ohio
	Where he got the bread to go
	There ain't nobody knows
	All the federales say
	"They could have had him any day"
	We only let him slip away
	Out of kindness, I suppose
	The poets tell how Pancho fell
	And lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
	The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
	And so the story ends, we're told
	Pancho needs your prayers, it's true
	But save a few for lefty, too
	He only did what he had to do
	And now he's growin' old
	All the federales say
	"We could have had him any day"
	They only let him go so long
	Out of kindness, I suppose
	A few old gray federales say
	"Could have had him any day"
	We only let him go so long
	Out of kindness, I suppose

	zuo ci : VanZandt
	Steve Earle Pancho And Lefty
	Livin' on the road, my friend
	Was gonna keep you free and clean
	And now you wear your skin like iron
	And your breath as hard as kerosene
	Weren' t you mama' s only boy
	But her favorite one, it seems
	She began to cry when you said, " Goodbye"
	Sank into your dreams
	Pancho was a bandit, boy
	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
	On the deserts down in Mexico
	Nobody heard his dyin' words
	But that' s the way it goes
	All the federales say
	" They could have had him any day"
	They only let him slip away
	Out of kindness, I suppose
	Lefty he can' t sing the blues
	All night long like he used to
	The dust that Pancho bit down south
	Ended up in lefty' s mouth
	The day they laid poor Pancho low
	Lefty split for Ohio
	Where he got the bread to go
	There ain' t nobody knows
	All the federales say
	" They could have had him any day"
	We only let him slip away
	Out of kindness, I suppose
	The poets tell how Pancho fell
	And lefty' s livin' in a cheap hotel
	The desert' s quiet and Cleveland' s cold
	And so the story ends, we' re told
	Pancho needs your prayers, it' s true
	But save a few for lefty, too
	He only did what he had to do
	And now he' s growin' old
	All the federales say
	" We could have had him any day"
	They only let him go so long
	Out of kindness, I suppose
	A few old gray federales say
	" Could have had him any day"
	We only let him go so long
	Out of kindness, I suppose

	zuò cí : VanZandt
	Steve Earle Pancho And Lefty
	Livin' on the road, my friend
	Was gonna keep you free and clean
	And now you wear your skin like iron
	And your breath as hard as kerosene
	Weren' t you mama' s only boy
	But her favorite one, it seems
	She began to cry when you said, " Goodbye"
	Sank into your dreams
	Pancho was a bandit, boy
	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
	On the deserts down in Mexico
	Nobody heard his dyin' words
	But that' s the way it goes
	All the federales say
	" They could have had him any day"
	They only let him slip away
	Out of kindness, I suppose
	Lefty he can' t sing the blues
	All night long like he used to
	The dust that Pancho bit down south
	Ended up in lefty' s mouth
	The day they laid poor Pancho low
	Lefty split for Ohio
	Where he got the bread to go
	There ain' t nobody knows
	All the federales say
	" They could have had him any day"
	We only let him slip away
	Out of kindness, I suppose
	The poets tell how Pancho fell
	And lefty' s livin' in a cheap hotel
	The desert' s quiet and Cleveland' s cold
	And so the story ends, we' re told
	Pancho needs your prayers, it' s true
	But save a few for lefty, too
	He only did what he had to do
	And now he' s growin' old
	All the federales say
	" We could have had him any day"
	They only let him go so long
	Out of kindness, I suppose
	A few old gray federales say
	" Could have had him any day"
	We only let him go so long
	Out of kindness, I suppose

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