Cifras para Violão Poncho And Lefty

Tom:  D
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