(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
Poncho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
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 dying words
That's the way it goes
All the federales say
They could have 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 Poncho 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
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose
The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends we're told
Poncho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he's growing old
A few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong Out of kindness I
suppose A few gray
They say federal Could Have Had
him any day They only let him go so wrong Out of kindness I
suppose
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
Poncho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
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 dying words
That's the way it goes
All the federales say
They could have 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 Poncho 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
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose
The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends we're told
Poncho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he's growing old
A few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong Out of kindness I
suppose A few gray
They say federal Could Have Had
him any day They only let him go so wrong Out of kindness I
suppose
Six compelling reasons that make this theme "Blues of the Month":
1. Thought life on the road would give you freedom and all he has done is make you old before and have no hope of anything.
2. The mother is stuck in your dreams, as you well know there is nothing to do.
3. Just bad conscience with the Muses and you end up with dust in their mouths, unable to sing or count.
4. Feds rejoice in the death of Poncho, a simple dejéndolo " we could have caught any day" , when in fact they had to pay another bandit to finish him off.
5. Poncho is already part of the desert and in Cleveland there is a heart that is not hot.
6. Poncho need our prayers, but not as much as Lefty. Poncho and Lefty can not find rest and relaxation, so pray for him. The peace does not reward traitors.
2. The mother is stuck in your dreams, as you well know there is nothing to do.
3. Just bad conscience with the Muses and you end up with dust in their mouths, unable to sing or count.
4. Feds rejoice in the death of Poncho, a simple dejéndolo " we could have caught any day" , when in fact they had to pay another bandit to finish him off.
5. Poncho is already part of the desert and in Cleveland there is a heart that is not hot.
6. Poncho need our prayers, but not as much as Lefty. Poncho and Lefty can not find rest and relaxation, so pray for him. The peace does not reward traitors.
Mr. Blue
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