Pancho & Lefty – Solution

Soluzione:
Living on the road, my friend,
Is gonna keep you free and clean;
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath is as hard as kerosene;
You weren’t your momma’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
And nobody heard his dying words
But that’s the way it goes.

And all the Federales say
They could’ve 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
 
And all the Federales say
They could’ve had him any day;
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose.
 
Well, the poets tell how Pancho fell
And Lefty’s living 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 just did what he had to do
And now he’s growing old .
 
A few gray Federales say
They could’ve had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness I suppose.
 
A few gray Federales say
They could’ve had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness I suppose.
 

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