| D | A | |
| Living on the road my friend, | is gonna keep you free and clean |
| G | |
| Now you wear your skin like iron, |
| D | A | |
| Your | breath as hard as | kerosene. |
| G | D | G | |
| You weren't your mama's only boy, but her | favorite one it | seems |
| D | G | D | A | |
| She began to cry when you | said | goodb | ye, |
| G | Bm | Bm | A | D | |
| And | sank into your | dreams. |
| D | A | |
| Pancho was a bandit boy, | his horse was fast as polished steel |
| G | |
| He wore his gun outside his pants |
| D | A | |
| For | all the honest world to | feel. |
| G | D | G | |
| Pancho met his match you know on the | deserts down in | Mexico |
| D | G | D | A | G | Bm | Bm | A | G | |
| Nobody heard his | dyi | ng | words, ah but | that's the way it | goes. |
| G | D | G | |
| All the Federales say | they could have had him | any day |
| D | G | D | A | G | Bm | |
| They only let him | slip | awa | y out of | kindness, I sup | pose. |
| Bm | A | D | D | A | |
| Lefty, he can't sing the blues | all night long like he used to. |
| G | D | A | |
| The dust that Pancho bit down south | ended up in | Lefty's mouth |
| G | D | G | |
| The day they laid poor Pancho low, | Lefty split for | Ohio |
| D | G | D | A | G | Bm | |
| Where he got the | bread | to g | o, there | ain't nobody | knows |
| Bm | A | G | G | D | G | |
| All the Federales say | they could have had him | any day |
| D | G | D | A | G | Bm | Bm | A | D | |
| They only let him | slip | awa | y out of | kindness, I sup | pose. |
| D | A | |
| The boys tell how Pancho fell, and | Lefty's living in cheap hotels |
| G | |
| The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, |
| D | A | |
| And so the story | ends we're told |
| G | D | G | |
| Pancho needs your prayers it's true, but | save a few for | Lefty too |
| D | G | D | A | G | Bm | |
| He only did what he | had | to | do, and | now he's growing | old |
| Bm | A | G | G | D | G | |
| All the Federales say | they could have had him | any day |
| D | G | D | A | G | Bm | |
| They only let him | slip | awa | y out of | kindness, I sup | pose. |
| Bm | A | G | G | D | G | |
| A few gray Federales say | they could have had him | any day |
| D | G | D | A | G | D | G | A | D | |
| They only let him | slip | awa | y out of | kindness, I sup | pose. |
| notes on playing: |
| D | G | D | A | |
| She began to cry when you | said | goodb | ye, |
| Try playing the G D A as: |
| G | D | A |
|-s-3--2---- |-s-3--3---2 |-s-4--2---2 |----------2 |----------- |-----------
| G | Bm | Bm | A | D | |
| And | sank into your | dreams. |
| and | G | Bm | Bm | A | G | |
| ah but t | hat's the way it g | oes. |
| The transitions at the ends of these lines are similar. Play the Bm like: |
| Bm |
|---2------- |---3------- And then walk the bass line up or down the 5th string |---4------- to make the change to the final D or G. It's a quick |---4------- transition. |---2------- |-----------
| Bm | A | D | Bm | A | G |
|---2------2 |---2------3 |---3------3 |---3------0 |---4------2 |---4------0 |---4------- |---4------0 |---2---4--- |---2---0--2 |----------- |----------3
| And throughout the song, as you strum or pick your way merrily along, |
| try to keep an alternating bass line going, it gives the song a lot |
| of it's character. |
| This file formatted for 10 point Courier font. (The AOL gateway sometimes |
| mucks |
| text formatting.) Any suitable monospace font should work. |
| Submitted by John Kearney (jk13@aol.com) |
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| jk13@aol.com (John Kearney) |
| "If we do not change direction, we will end up where we are headed." Lao |
| Tsu |
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