Pancho And Lefty

Song	Pancho And Lefty
Artist	Merle Haggard And Willie Nelson
Album	Down Every Road 1962-1994

	作词 : VanZandt
	Living on the road my friend
	Is gonna keep you free and clean
	Now you wear your skin like iron
	And your breath is 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
	MexicoNobody heard his dying words
	Ah but that's the way it goes
	All the Federals say
	They could have had him any day
	They only let him slip away
	Out of kindness,
	I supposeLefty, 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
	OhioWhere he got the bread to go
	There ain't nobody knows
	All the Federals say
	They could have had him any day
	They only let him slip away
	Out of kindness,
	I supposeThe 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 tooHe only did what he had to do
	And now he's growing old
	All the Federals say
	They could have had him any day
	They only let him go so long
	Out of kindness,
	I supposeA few grey
	Federals say
	They could have had him any day
	They only let him go so long
	Out of kindness,
	I suppose

	zuò cí : VanZandt
	Living on the road my friend
	Is gonna keep you free and clean
	Now you wear your skin like iron
	And your breath is 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
	MexicoNobody heard his dying words
	Ah but that' s the way it goes
	All the Federals say
	They could have had him any day
	They only let him slip away
	Out of kindness,
	I supposeLefty, 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
	OhioWhere he got the bread to go
	There ain' t nobody knows
	All the Federals say
	They could have had him any day
	They only let him slip away
	Out of kindness,
	I supposeThe 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 tooHe only did what he had to do
	And now he' s growing old
	All the Federals say
	They could have had him any day
	They only let him go so long
	Out of kindness,
	I supposeA few grey
	Federals say
	They could have had him any day
	They only let him go so long
	Out of kindness,
	I suppose