Livin' on the road, my friendWas gonna keep you, free and cleanAnd now, you wear your skin, like ironAnd your breath, as hard as keroseneWeren't your mama's only boy?But her favorite one, it seemsShe began to cry, when you said, (Goodbye)And sank, into your dreamsPancho was, a bandit boyHis horse, was fast, as polished steelHe wore his gun, outside his pantsFor all the honest world, to feelPancho met his match, you knowOn the deserts, down in MexicoNobody, heard his dying wordsAh, but that's the way, it goesAll the Federales sayThey could have had him, any dayThey only let him, slip awayOut of kindness, I supposeLefty, he can't sing, the bluesAll night long, like he used toThe dust, that Pancho bit down southEnded up, in Lefty's mouthThe day they laid, poor Pancho lowLefty split, for OhioWhere he got the bread, to goAin't nobody knowsAll the Federales sayThey could have had him, any dayWe only let him, slip awayOut of kindness, I supposeThe poets tell, how Pancho fellAnd Lefty's livin', in cheap hotelsThe desert's quiet, Cleveland's coldAnd so, the story ends we're toldPancho needs your prayers, it's trueBut save a few, for Lefty tooHe only did, what he had to doAnd now, he's growin' oldAll the Federales sayWe could have had him, any dayWe only let him, slip awayOut of kindness, I supposeA few gray Federales sayWe could have had him, any dayWe only let him, go so longOut of kindness, I supposeThank ya all!Thank ya George!
Willie Hugh Nelson (Abbott, Texas, 29 de abril de 1933) es un cantante, compositor y guitarrista estadounidense de country. El éxito en la crítica de sus álbumes Shotgun Willie (1973), Red Headed Stranger (1975) y Stardust (1978) convirtieron a Nelson en uno…
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