Songtexte Pancho & Lefty - Live at The Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, CA - April 30, 2023 - George Strait , Willie Nelson

Livin' on the road, my friend
Was gonna keep you, free and clean
And now, you wear your skin, like iron
And your breath, as hard as kerosene
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

Pancho 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

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
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 livin', in cheap hotels
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 growin' old

All the Federales say
We could have had him, any day
We only let him, slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose

A few gray Federales say
We could have had him, any day
We only let him, go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose

Thank ya all!
Thank ya George!