| Song | Pancho & Lefty [#] |
| Artist | Townes Van Zandt |
| Album | Rear View Mirror |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Not Documented |
| [00:19.852] | Living on the road, my friend, |
| [00:21.853] | Was gonna keep you free and clean, |
| [00:24.132] | Now you wear your skin like iron, |
| [00:28.085] | Your breath's as hard as kerosene, |
| [00:31.026] | You weren't your mama's only boy, |
| [00:34.085] | But her favorite one, it seems, |
| [00:36.917] | She began to cry when you said goodbye, |
| [00:42.436] | And sank into your dreams, |
| [00:48.364] | Pancho was a bandit, boys, |
| [00:51.104] | His horse was fast as polished steel, |
| [00:53.982] | Wore his gun outside his pants, |
| [00:56.850] | For all the honest world to feel, |
| [01:00.105] | But Pancho met his match, you know, |
| [01:03.390] | In the deserts down in Mexico, |
| [01:06.283] | Nobody heard his dying words, |
| [01:12.494] | That's the way it goes, |
| [01:15.795] | And all the federales say, |
| [01:20.333] | They could have had him any day, |
| [01:23.640] | They only let him hang around, |
| [01:27.390] | Out of kindness, I suppose, |
| [01:32.590] | And Lefty, he can't sing the blues, |
| [01:37.465] | All night long like he used to, |
| [01:39.887] | The dust that Pancho bit down south, |
| [01:43.370] | Ended up in Lefty's mouth, |
| [01:46.451] | The day they laid poor Pancho low, |
| [01:49.567] | Lefty split for Ohio, |
| [01:52.984] | And where he got the bread to go, |
| [01:55.722] | Ain't nobody knows, |
| [02:01.598] | And all the federales say, |
| [02:07.527] | They could have had him any day, |
| [02:09.916] | They only let him slip away, |
| [02:15.684] | Out of kindness, I suppose, |
| [02:52.104] | Well, the poets tell how Pancho fell, |
| [02:54.249] | Lefty's living in a cheap hotel, |
| [02:56.232] | The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, |
| [02:59.363] | So the story ends, we're told, |
| [03:04.003] | Pancho needs your prayers, it's true, |
| [03:06.231] | But save a few for Lefty, too, |
| [03:09.042] | He just did what he had to do, |
| [03:12.296] | And now he's growing old, |
| [03:17.090] | And a few gray federales say, |
| [03:22.709] | They could have had him any day, |
| [03:26.651] | They only let him go so wrong, |
| [03:31.866] | Out of kindness, I suppose。 |
| [03:37.390] | And a few gray federales say, |
| [03:40.466] | They could have had him any day, |
| [03:43.744] | They only let him go so wrong, |
| [03:48.695] | Out of kindness, I suppose。 |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Not Documented |
| [00:19.852] | Living on the road, my friend, |
| [00:21.853] | Was gonna keep you free and clean, |
| [00:24.132] | Now you wear your skin like iron, |
| [00:28.085] | Your breath' s as hard as kerosene, |
| [00:31.026] | You weren' t your mama' s only boy, |
| [00:34.085] | But her favorite one, it seems, |
| [00:36.917] | She began to cry when you said goodbye, |
| [00:42.436] | And sank into your dreams, |
| [00:48.364] | Pancho was a bandit, boys, |
| [00:51.104] | His horse was fast as polished steel, |
| [00:53.982] | Wore his gun outside his pants, |
| [00:56.850] | For all the honest world to feel, |
| [01:00.105] | But Pancho met his match, you know, |
| [01:03.390] | In the deserts down in Mexico, |
| [01:06.283] | Nobody heard his dying words, |
| [01:12.494] | That' s the way it goes, |
| [01:15.795] | And all the federales say, |
| [01:20.333] | They could have had him any day, |
| [01:23.640] | They only let him hang around, |
| [01:27.390] | Out of kindness, I suppose, |
| [01:32.590] | And Lefty, he can' t sing the blues, |
| [01:37.465] | All night long like he used to, |
| [01:39.887] | The dust that Pancho bit down south, |
| [01:43.370] | Ended up in Lefty' s mouth, |
| [01:46.451] | The day they laid poor Pancho low, |
| [01:49.567] | Lefty split for Ohio, |
| [01:52.984] | And where he got the bread to go, |
| [01:55.722] | Ain' t nobody knows, |
| [02:01.598] | And all the federales say, |
| [02:07.527] | They could have had him any day, |
| [02:09.916] | They only let him slip away, |
| [02:15.684] | Out of kindness, I suppose, |
| [02:52.104] | Well, the poets tell how Pancho fell, |
| [02:54.249] | Lefty' s living in a cheap hotel, |
| [02:56.232] | The desert' s quiet, Cleveland' s cold, |
| [02:59.363] | So the story ends, we' re told, |
| [03:04.003] | Pancho needs your prayers, it' s true, |
| [03:06.231] | But save a few for Lefty, too, |
| [03:09.042] | He just did what he had to do, |
| [03:12.296] | And now he' s growing old, |
| [03:17.090] | And a few gray federales say, |
| [03:22.709] | They could have had him any day, |
| [03:26.651] | They only let him go so wrong, |
| [03:31.866] | Out of kindness, I suppose. |
| [03:37.390] | And a few gray federales say, |
| [03:40.466] | They could have had him any day, |
| [03:43.744] | They only let him go so wrong, |
| [03:48.695] | Out of kindness, I suppose. |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Not Documented |
| [00:19.852] | Living on the road, my friend, |
| [00:21.853] | Was gonna keep you free and clean, |
| [00:24.132] | Now you wear your skin like iron, |
| [00:28.085] | Your breath' s as hard as kerosene, |
| [00:31.026] | You weren' t your mama' s only boy, |
| [00:34.085] | But her favorite one, it seems, |
| [00:36.917] | She began to cry when you said goodbye, |
| [00:42.436] | And sank into your dreams, |
| [00:48.364] | Pancho was a bandit, boys, |
| [00:51.104] | His horse was fast as polished steel, |
| [00:53.982] | Wore his gun outside his pants, |
| [00:56.850] | For all the honest world to feel, |
| [01:00.105] | But Pancho met his match, you know, |
| [01:03.390] | In the deserts down in Mexico, |
| [01:06.283] | Nobody heard his dying words, |
| [01:12.494] | That' s the way it goes, |
| [01:15.795] | And all the federales say, |
| [01:20.333] | They could have had him any day, |
| [01:23.640] | They only let him hang around, |
| [01:27.390] | Out of kindness, I suppose, |
| [01:32.590] | And Lefty, he can' t sing the blues, |
| [01:37.465] | All night long like he used to, |
| [01:39.887] | The dust that Pancho bit down south, |
| [01:43.370] | Ended up in Lefty' s mouth, |
| [01:46.451] | The day they laid poor Pancho low, |
| [01:49.567] | Lefty split for Ohio, |
| [01:52.984] | And where he got the bread to go, |
| [01:55.722] | Ain' t nobody knows, |
| [02:01.598] | And all the federales say, |
| [02:07.527] | They could have had him any day, |
| [02:09.916] | They only let him slip away, |
| [02:15.684] | Out of kindness, I suppose, |
| [02:52.104] | Well, the poets tell how Pancho fell, |
| [02:54.249] | Lefty' s living in a cheap hotel, |
| [02:56.232] | The desert' s quiet, Cleveland' s cold, |
| [02:59.363] | So the story ends, we' re told, |
| [03:04.003] | Pancho needs your prayers, it' s true, |
| [03:06.231] | But save a few for Lefty, too, |
| [03:09.042] | He just did what he had to do, |
| [03:12.296] | And now he' s growing old, |
| [03:17.090] | And a few gray federales say, |
| [03:22.709] | They could have had him any day, |
| [03:26.651] | They only let him go so wrong, |
| [03:31.866] | Out of kindness, I suppose. |
| [03:37.390] | And a few gray federales say, |
| [03:40.466] | They could have had him any day, |
| [03:43.744] | They only let him go so wrong, |
| [03:48.695] | Out of kindness, I suppose. |