Song | Pancho And Lefty |
Artist | Willie Nelson |
Artist | Merle Haggard |
Album | The Essential Merle Haggard: The Epic Years |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |