Pancho and Lefty Steve Earle

Living on the road, my friend
Was going to keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath is as hard as kerosene

You 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, 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 deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the way it goes

All the Federales say
Could have had him any day
Only let him hang around
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