C G7
Livin' on the road my friend is gonna keep you free and clean
F C
Now you wear your skin like iron your breath's hard as
G7
kerosene
F C F
You weren't your momma's only boy but her favorite one it seems
C Dm F
Began to cry when you said good-bye sank into your
Am
dreams.
Poncho 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
Poncho met his match ya know on the desert down in Mexico
No one heard his dyin' words but that's the way it goes
F C F
All the Federales say they could'a had him any day
C Dm F Am
They only let him go so long out of kindness I suppose
Lefty he can't sing the blues anymore like he used to
The dust that Poncho bit down south ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Poncho low Lefty split for O-hio
Where he got the bread to go ain't nobody knows
The poets tell how Poncho fell Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet Cleveland's cold and so the story ends we're told
Poncho needs your prayers it's true but save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do but now he's growin' old