[00:00.00] 作词 : T. van Zandt
[00:01.00] 作曲 : T. van Zandt
[00:24.64]Livin' on the road my friend
[00:28.39]Is gonna keep you free and clean
[00:32.44]And now you wear your skin like iron
[00:36.19]And your breath is hard as kerosene
[00:40.36]Weren't you mamma's only boy?
[00:43.74]Her favorite one it seems
[00:48.29]She began to cry when you said
[00:51.66]Good-bye, sank to your dream
[01:01.78]Poncho was a bandit boy
[01:05.44]His horse was fast as polished steel
[01:09.19]He wore his gun outside his pants
[01:13.06]For all the honest world to feel
[01:17.17]Poncho met his match, you know
[01:20.59]On the deserts down in Mexico
[01:24.66]Nobody heard his dyin' word
[01:31.71]Oh but that's the way it goes
[01:37.95][03:56.43]All the Federales, they say
[01:41.77]They could have had him any day
[01:45.20]They only let him slip away
[01:51.63][02:48.04][04:10.41][04:30.74]Out of kindness I suppose
[01:57.89]Lefty he can't sing the blues
[02:03.06]All night long like he used to
[02:07.44]The dust that Poncho bit down South
[02:10.06]Ended up in Lefty's mouth
[02:12.05]
[02:13.78]The day they lay poor Poncho low
[02:17.22]Lefty split for Ohio
[02:21.59]Where he got the bread to go
[02:28.44]There ain't nobody knows
[02:34.38]All the Federales they say
[02:38.25][04:00.86]We could have had him any day
[02:42.00]We only let him slip away
[02:49.29]The poets tell how Poncho fell
[03:24.52]And Lefty's livin' in cheap hotels
[03:28.52]The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
[03:32.39]And so the story ends we're told
[03:36.31]Poncho needs your prayers, it's true
[03:40.06]Save a few for Lefty too
[03:43.86]He only did what he had to do
[03:49.04]And now he's growin' old
[04:04.54]They only let him go so long
[04:11.71]A few gray Federales, they say
[04:21.01]Could have had him any day
[04:25.13]We only let him go so long

作词 : T. van Zandt
作曲 : T. van Zandt
Livin' on the road my friend
Is gonna keep you free and clean
And now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath is hard as kerosene
Weren't you mamma's only boy?
Her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said
Good-bye, sank to your dream
Poncho 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
Poncho met his match, you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dyin' word
Oh but that's the way it goes
All the Federales, they 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 Poncho bit down South
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they lay poor Poncho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows
All the Federales they say
We could have had him any day
We only let him slip away
The poets tell how Poncho fell
And Lefty's livin' in cheap hotels
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
And so the story ends we're told
Poncho needs your prayers, it's true
Save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do
And now he's growin' old
They only let him go so long
A few gray Federales, they say
Could have had him any day
We only let him go so long