Poncho And Lefty - Country Party Band

Living on the road my friend

Was gonna keep you free and clean

And were your skin like iron

And your breath's as hard as kerosene

You 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

Poncho was a bandit boy his horse

Was fast as polished steel

He wore his gun outside his pants for

All the honest world to feel

Well poncho met his match you know

On the deserts down in Mexico

Nobody heard his dying words

Ah but that's the way it goes

All the federals say they could've had him any day

We only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues

All night long like he used to

The dust that 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 federals say they could've many day

We only let him slip away

Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how poncho fell

And lefty's living in a cheap hotel

The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold

And so the story ends we're told

Poncho needs your prayers it's true

But save a few for lefty too

He only did what he had to do

And now he's growing old

All the federals say

They could've had him any day

We only let him go so long

Out of kindness I suppose

A few great federals say

Could've had him any day

We only let him go so long

Out of kindness I suppose