Pancho And Lefty Ringtones

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, boys 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 An all the federales say They could have had him any day They only let him hang around 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 An all the federales say They could have had him any day They only let him slip away Out of kindness, I suppose The poets tell how Pancho fell And Lefty's living in cheap hotels The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold So the story ends, we're told Pancho needs your prayers, it's true Save a few for Lefty too He just did what he had to do And now he's growing old A few great federales say They could have had him any day They only let him go so long Out of kindness, I suppose A few great federales say They could have had him any day They only let him go so long Out of kindness, I suppose

Livin' on the road, my friend Is gonna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron And your breath's as hard as kerosene 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, boys 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 In the deserts, down in Mexico And nobody heard his dyin' words Ah, but that's the way it goes All the Federales say They could of had him any day 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 Could of had him any day "We only let him slip away" Out of kindness, I suppose The poets tell how Pancho fell 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 Could of had him any day "We only let him slip away" Out of kindness, I suppose A few gray Federales say Could've had him any day "We only let him go so long" Out of kindness, I suppose