Living on the road, my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath is hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one is she
She began to cry when you said goodbye
Second to your dreams
Padre was a bandit boy
A horse as fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest work
The world was free
And punch your man as mad as you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody has died
But that's the way it goes
Oliveira, they said
Could have had him in here
We only let him slip away
Now the kindest possible
Lefty, he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dusted poncho with the down cell
Ended up at lefty's mouth
The day they left for poncho and low
Lefty's fled for Ohio
Where he got the breath to go
Ain't good for wildin' old
A federalist state
Could have had him in here
But that's the way it goes
We only let him slip away
Out of the 10,000-s referrers
Out of the completed selves
For the limited-size

I don't know how to do this
I won't laugh
It's too late
Hodder, I'll show you


Just look how pissed I am
Thanks yeah
Well you watch

Poets tell how Pancho fell
And left his little cheap hotel
Cleveland's quiet, Cleveland's cold
And so the story ends, we're told
Pancho, meet your prayers, it's true
Save a few, we're left in two
He only did what he had to do
Now he's growing old
All the federalists say
Could have had him anything
They only let him go so long
Out of crime
As I spoke
And they better rob his name
Could have had him anything
They only let him go so long
Out of crime
As I spoke
Thank you for having me.
Thank you.