Living on the road, my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath as hard as kerosene
Weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams
Ocho was a bandit boy
His horse was fast, his pawless still
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Ocho met his match, you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
But that's the way it goes
All the federales say They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away Out of China's ice colds
Lefty he can sing the blues All night long like he used to
The dusty poncho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor poncho low Lefty
split for Ohio Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows
All the
federales say
They could have had him any day They only let him slip away
Out of China's ice colds
The poets tell how poncho felt He did his living in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet,
Cleveland's cold So the story ends with toe
Poncho needs your prayers,
it's true Sails few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do
And now he's growing old
All the federales say They could have had him any day
They only let him ride so long Out of kindness,
I suppose
A few great federales say They could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose