Livin' on the road my friend Is gonna keep you free and clean And now you wear your skin like iron And your breath is hard as kerosene Weren't you mamma's only boy? Her favorite one it seems She began to cry when you said Good-bye, sank to your dream Poncho 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 Poncho met his match, you know On the deserts down in Mexico Nobody heard his dyin' word Oh but that's the way it goes All the Federales, they 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 Poncho bit down South Ended up in Lefty's mouth The day they lay poor Poncho low Lefty split for Ohio Where he got the bread to go There ain't nobody knows All the Federales they say We could have had him any day We only let him slip away Out of kindness I suppose The poets tell how Poncho fell And Lefty's livin' in cheap hotels The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold And so the story ends we're told Poncho needs your prayers, it's true Save a few for Lefty too He only did what he had to do And now he's growin' old All the Federales, they say We could have had him any day They only let him go so long Out of kindness I suppose A few gray Federales, they say Could have had him any day We only let him go so long Out of kindness I suppose © KATIE BELLE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com