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Pancho And Lefty 1

Townes Van Zandt


21 June 1989
cd imgLAST THOUGHTS ON HENRY MANCINI (vinyl bootleg)

Livin' on the edge, my friend, was gonna keep us free and clean
But now you wear your skin like iron and 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 good bye and sank into your dreams.

Pancho was a bandit, boys, rode a horse fast as polished steel
Wore his guns outside his pants for all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match, you know, on the deserts down in Mexico
No one heard his dyin' words but that's the way it goes.

And all the federales say they could have had him any day
They only let him slip away, out of kindness, I suppose.

Now Lefty he can't sing the blues, all night long like he used to
The dust that Poncho bit down south, it ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid old Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go, well there ain't nobody 'knows.

But all the federales say they could have had him any day
They only let him slip away, out of kindness, I suppose.

Now poets sing how Pancho fell, Lefty's livin' in a big 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 only did what he had to do and now he's growin' old.

And all the federales say they could have had him any day
They only let him go so long, out of kindness, I suppose.

Yes a few old gray federales still say they could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong, out of kindness, I suppose.  up
    

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Pancho And Lefty 2


28 Apr 1993
cd imgIF MY THOUGHT DREAMS COULD BE SEEN (T-371)
cd imgBE MY GUEST (T-564)

Livin' on the road, my friend, was gonna keep us free and clean
But now you wear your skin like iron and 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 good bye and sank into your dreams.

Pancho was a bandit, boys, rode a horse fast as polished steel
Wore his guns outside his pants for all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match, you know, on the deserts down in Mexico
No one heard his dyin' words but that's the way it goes.

And all the federales say they could have had him any day
They only let him slip away, out of kindness, I suppose.

Now Lefty he can't sing the blues all night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south, it ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid old Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go, well there ain't nobody 'knows.

But all the federales say they could have had him any day
They only let him slip away, out of kindness, I suppose.

Now poets sing how Pancho fell, Lefty's livin' 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 only did what he had to do and now he's growin' old.

And all the federales say they could have had him any day
They only let him go so long, out of kindness, I suppose.

Yes a few old gray federales still say they could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong, out of kindness, I suppose.  up
    

 Recording dates & record list

21 June 1989 1 LAST THOUGHTS ON HENRY MANCINI (vb)
28 Apr 1993 2 IF MY THOUGHT DREAMS COULD BE SEEN (b)
BE MY GUEST (b)