CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Pancho & Lefty (Heartworn Highways)

Living on the road, my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only son
But her favorite one, it seems
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
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match, you know
On the borders down in Mexico
And nobody heard his dying words
And that's the way it goes

And all the federales say
They coulda had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness, I suppose