| Song | Pancho & Lefty |
| Artist | Townes Van Zandt |
| Album | Live at Union Chapel, London, England |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Townes Van Zandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Living on the road my friend, | |
| Is gonna keep you free and clean | |
| Now you wear your skin like iron, | |
| Your breath as hard as kerosene. | |
| You weren't your mama's only boy, | |
| But her favorite one it seems | |
| She began to cry when you said goodbye, | |
| And 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 dying words, | |
| Ah 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 | |
| The poets tell how pancho fell, | |
| And lefty's living in cheap hotels | |
| The desert's quiet, 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 growing old |
| zuo ci : Townes Van Zandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Living on the road my friend, | |
| Is gonna keep you free and clean | |
| Now you wear your skin like iron, | |
| Your breath as hard as kerosene. | |
| You weren' t your mama' s only boy, | |
| But her favorite one it seems | |
| She began to cry when you said goodbye, | |
| And 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 dying words, | |
| Ah 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 | |
| The poets tell how pancho fell, | |
| And lefty' s living in cheap hotels | |
| The desert' s quiet, 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 growing old |
| zuò cí : Townes Van Zandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Living on the road my friend, | |
| Is gonna keep you free and clean | |
| Now you wear your skin like iron, | |
| Your breath as hard as kerosene. | |
| You weren' t your mama' s only boy, | |
| But her favorite one it seems | |
| She began to cry when you said goodbye, | |
| And 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 dying words, | |
| Ah 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 | |
| The poets tell how pancho fell, | |
| And lefty' s living in cheap hotels | |
| The desert' s quiet, 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 growing old |