Livin' on the road my friend is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron, your breath's hard as
kerosene
You weren't your momma's only boy, but her favorite one it seems
Began to cry when you said, "good-bye", sank into your
dreams.
Poncho was a bandit boys, his horse was fast as polished steel
All the Federales say, they could'a had him any day
They only let him go so long, out of kindness I suppose.
Lefty he can't sing the blues, anymore like he used to