歌曲 | Pancho & Lefty |
歌手 | Townes Van Zandt |
专辑 | Live at Union Chapel, London, England |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Townes Van Zandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Living on the road my friend, | |
Is gonna keep you free and clean | |
Now you wear your skin like iron, | |
Your breath 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. | |
Pancho 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. | |
Pancho 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 federales say | |
They could have had him any day | |
They 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 pancho bit down south | |
Ended up in lefty's mouth | |
The day they laid poor pancho low, | |
Lefty split for ohio | |
Where he got the bread to go, | |
There ain't nobody knows | |
The poets tell how pancho fell, | |
And lefty's living in cheap hotels | |
The desert's quiet, cleveland's cold, | |
And so the story ends we're told | |
Pancho 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 |
zuo ci : Townes Van Zandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Living on the road my friend, | |
Is gonna keep you free and clean | |
Now you wear your skin like iron, | |
Your breath 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. | |
Pancho 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. | |
Pancho 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 federales say | |
They could have had him any day | |
They 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 pancho bit down south | |
Ended up in lefty' s mouth | |
The day they laid poor pancho low, | |
Lefty split for ohio | |
Where he got the bread to go, | |
There ain' t nobody knows | |
The poets tell how pancho fell, | |
And lefty' s living in cheap hotels | |
The desert' s quiet, cleveland' s cold, | |
And so the story ends we' re told | |
Pancho 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 |
zuò cí : Townes Van Zandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Living on the road my friend, | |
Is gonna keep you free and clean | |
Now you wear your skin like iron, | |
Your breath 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. | |
Pancho 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. | |
Pancho 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 federales say | |
They could have had him any day | |
They 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 pancho bit down south | |
Ended up in lefty' s mouth | |
The day they laid poor pancho low, | |
Lefty split for ohio | |
Where he got the bread to go, | |
There ain' t nobody knows | |
The poets tell how pancho fell, | |
And lefty' s living in cheap hotels | |
The desert' s quiet, cleveland' s cold, | |
And so the story ends we' re told | |
Pancho 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 |