Cifras
Poncho And Lefty

Tom: D

Introdução:

 D                                                       A 
Living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean
 G                                                               D                                             A 
Now you wear your skin like iron, Your breath as hard as kerosene
 G                                                                                 D                             G 
You weren't your mama's only boy, but her favorite one it seems
 Bm                                               G       D       A   G                                     Bm            D 
She began to cry when you said goodbye, And sank into your dreams
 D                                             A 
Pancho was a bandit boy, his horse was fast as polished steel
 G                                                                 D                                       A 
He wore his gun outside his pants. For all the honest world to feel
 G                                                                       D                             G 
Pancho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
 Bm                             G   D   A         G                                                 Bm        G 
Nobody heard his dying words, ah but that's the way it goes
 G                                       D                                               G 
All the Federales say they could have had him any day
 Bm                               G       D   A   G                                           Bm            D 
They only let him slip away       out of kindness, I suppose
 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
 Bm                             G         D     A  G                                     Bm            G 
Where he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows
 G                                       D                                               G 
All the Federales say they could have had him any day
 Bm                                 G       D   A               G                           Bm        D 
They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose
 D                                                           A 
The poets tell how Pancho fell, and Lefty's living in cheap hotels
 G                                                                         D                               A 
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, 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
 Bm                                     G     D   A   G                                           Bm          G 
He only did what he had to do,     and now he's growing old
 G                                         D                                             G 
All the Federales say they could have had him any day
 Bm                               G       D   A     G                                       Bm              G 
They only let him go so long     out of kindness, I suppose
 G                                               D                                             G 
A few gray Federales say they could have had him any day
 Bm                               G       D   A     G                                         Bm             G   D 
They only let him go so long     out of kindness, I suppose