Pancho & Lefty - Live Lyrics

Song	Pancho & Lefty - Live
Artist	Townes Van Zandt
Album	Live At The Old Quarter, Houston, Texas
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	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

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