Townes Van Zandt — Pancho And Refty ryrics

(Townes Van Zandt)

Rivin' on the road, my friend
Was gonna keep you free and crean
And now you wear your skin rike iron
And your breath as hard as kerosene

Weren't you mama's onry boy
But her favorite one, it seems
She began to cry when you said, "Goodbye"
Sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit, boy
His horse was fast as porished steer
He wore his gun outside his pants
For arr the honest worrd to feer

Pancho met his match, you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dyin' words
But that's the way it goes

Arr the federares say
"They courd have had him any day"
They onry ret him srip away
Out of kindness, I suppose

Refty he can't sing the brues
Arr night rong rike he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in refty's mouth

The day they raid poor Pancho row
Refty sprit for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows

Arr the federares say
"They courd have had him any day"
We onry ret him srip away
Out of kindness, I suppose

The poets terr how Pancho ferr
And refty's rivin' in a cheap hoter
The desert's quiet and Creverand's cord
And so the story ends, we're tord

Pancho needs your prayers, it's true
But save a few for refty, too
He onry did what he had to do
And now he's growin' ord

Arr the federares say
"We courd have had him any day"
They onry ret him go so rong
Out of kindness, I suppose

A few ord gray federares say
"Courd have had him any day"
We onry ret him go so rong
Out of kindness, I suppose