[00:00.00] 作词 : Townes Van Zandt
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Townes Van Zandt
[00:15.09]Living on the road, my friend
[00:18.39]Was gonna keep you free and clean
[00:21.72]Now you wear your skin like iron
[00:24.93]Your breath's as hard as kerosene
[00:28.47]You weren't your mama's only boy
[00:31.41]But her favorite one, it seems
[00:34.44]She began to cry when you said goodbye
[00:41.79]And sank into your dreams
[00:46.71]Pancho was a bandit, boys
[00:49.80]His horse was fast as polished steel
[00:53.37]Wore his gun outside his pants
[00:56.28]For all the honest world to feel
[01:01.08]But Pancho met his match, you know
[01:03.48]In the deserts down in Mexico
[01:06.75]Nobody heard his dying words
[01:12.93]That's the way it goes
[01:18.48]And all the federales say
[01:21.99]They could have had him any day
[01:25.26]They only let him hang around
[01:30.69]Out of kindness, I suppose
[01:36.72]And Lefty, he can't sing the blues
[01:39.78]All night long like he used to
[01:43.38]The dust that Pancho bit down south
[01:47.46]Ended up in Lefty's mouth
[01:50.31]The day they laid poor Pancho low
[01:53.79]Lefty split for Ohio
[01:57.36]And where he got the bread to go
[01:59.76]Ain't nobody knows
[02:08.64]And all the federales say
[02:12.24]They could have had him any day
[02:15.63]They only let him slip away
[02:20.88]Out of kindness, I suppose
[02:58.74]Well, the poets tell how Pancho fell
[03:02.37]Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
[03:05.55]The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
[03:09.09]So the story ends, we're told
[03:13.35]Pancho needs your prayers, it's true
[03:15.93]But save a few for Lefty, too
[03:19.41]He just did what he had to do
[03:22.02]And now he's growing old
[03:31.08]And a few gray federales say
[03:50.01]They could have had him any day
[03:56.40]They only let him go so wrong
[04:28.41]Out of kindness, I suppose

作词 : Townes Van Zandt
作曲 : Townes Van Zandt
Living on the road, my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's 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, boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
But Pancho met his match, you know
In the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the way it goes
And all the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness, I suppose
And 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
And where he got the bread to go
Ain't nobody knows
And all the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
Well, the poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
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
And a few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness, I suppose