[00:00.000] 作词 : Townes Van Zandt
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Townes Van Zandt
[00:23.926]Living on the road, my friend
[00:27.632]Was gonna keep you free and clean
[00:31.543]And now you wear your skin like iron
[00:35.538]And your breath is hard as kerosene
[00:39.823]Weren't you mama's only boy
[00:43.056]But her favorite one, it seemed
[00:47.613]She began to cry when you said goodbye
[00:55.029]And sank into your dreams
[01:00.901]Pancho was a bandit, boys
[01:04.603]His horse was fast as polished steel
[01:08.549]He wore his gun outside his pants
[01:12.431]For all the honest world to feel
[01:16.391]Well, Pancho met his match, you know
[01:19.825]On the deserts down in Mexico
[01:24.178]Nobody heard his dying words
[01:30.978]Ah, but that's the way it goes
[01:37.161]All the federales say
[01:40.833]They could have had him any day
[01:44.773]They only let him slip away
[01:50.905]Out of kindness, I suppose
[01:57.660]Lefty, he can't sing the blues
[02:01.163]All night long like he used to
[02:05.331]The dust that Pancho bit down south
[02:09.426]Ended up in Lefty's mouth
[02:13.120]The day they laid poor Pancho low
[02:17.037]Lefty split for Ohio
[02:21.173]Where he got the bread to go
[02:27.743]There ain't nobody knows
[02:33.921]All the federales say
[02:37.516]They could have had him any day
[02:41.464]"We only let him slip away
[02:47.570]Out of kindness, I suppose"
[03:20.291]The poets tell how Pancho fell
[03:24.133]And Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
[03:28.036]The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
[03:31.835]And so the story ends, we're told
[03:35.927]Pancho needs your prayers, it's true
[03:39.642]But save a few for Lefty too
[03:43.537]He only did what he had to do
[03:50.296]And now he's growing old
[03:56.427]All the federales say
[04:00.053]"We could have had him any day
[04:03.963]We only let him go so long
[04:10.038]Out of kindness, I suppose"
[04:16.611]A few gray federales say
[04:20.676]"Could have had him any day
[04:24.359]We only let him go so long
[04:30.440]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
And now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath is hard as kerosene
Weren't you mama's only boy
But her favorite one, it seemed
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
Well, Pancho met his match, you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
Ah, but that's the way it goes
All the federales 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 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
All the federales say
They could have had him any day
"We only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose"
The poets tell how Pancho fell
And Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
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 too
He only did what he had to do
And now he's growing old
All the federales say
"We could have had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose"
A few gray federales say
"Could have had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose"