Chords for Steve Earle - Pancho And Lefty (Townes Van Zandt) (Live in Sydney) | Moshcam
Tempo:
89.7 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Am
D
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C]
So, [G] if you're going to make a record of Townsman's Ent songs, I mean, where to start?
Once I [E] decided I was going to do it, it was, you have to use your own life experiences
I've discovered to apply them to these sorts of major decisions.
In jail, the first thing you do [G] when you get there is you [E] walk out in the yard and you
pick out the biggest motherfucker there and you knock him out.
And if you get away with that, and I am not suggesting that you will, then you get to
keep your radio, among other things.
[G]
So applying [C] that principle to the catalog of Townsman's Ent, I decided the thing to
do was to record this song.
It was the very first thing I recorded.
I recorded some of it.
[G]
[Am]
[C] Living on the road my [G] friend, it's gonna [D] keep you free and clean.
Now you're whiskey and like iron, the rest is hard as kerosene.
[D] Weren't you mama's only fool, but [C] her favorite one it [C] seems.
She [Am] began to cry when you said [G] goodnight, [D] I sank into [Am] your dream.
[C] Poncho was a bandit [G] boss, horse as fast as polished steel.
[C] Wore his gun [F] outside his pants [G] for all the honest world to feel.
[D] Poncho's bed [F] at night you know [C] on the desert stand in [C]
Mexico.
[Am] Nobody's dying [G] words,
[D] that's the [Am] way it goes.
[D] All the federalists say, [C] could [D] hit him any day.
[Am] I'm gonna let him hang [G] around, out of kindness I [Am] suppose.
[C] Lefty can't sing the [G] blues, all night long like he used to.
[C] Dusty Poncho bit down south, [C] he did up and [G] left his mouth.
[D] Little leper Poncho though, [C] left his split [D] row hat on.
[Am] Where he got the bread to [G] go, [F] ain't [Am] nobody knows.
[D] All the federalists say, [C] could hit him any day.
[Am] I'm gonna let him go [G] so long, [D] out of kindness [Am] I suppose.
[C] Poets tell how Poncho [G] fell, left his living in a cheap hotel.
Desert's quiet and Cleveland's [G] cold, so the story ends where you're told.
[F] Poncho [D] needs your prayers he's true, but save a few for Lefty too.
[Am] He only did what he [D] had to do, [G]
[F] now he's [Am] growing old.
[D] All the federalists [C] say, could hit him any [Am] day.
I'm gonna let him slip [G] away, [D] out of kindness I [Am] suppose.
[D] All the federalists say, [C] could hit him any day.
[Am] I'm gonna let him hang [G]
around, [D] out of kindness I [A] suppose.
[E]
So, [G] if you're going to make a record of Townsman's Ent songs, I mean, where to start?
Once I [E] decided I was going to do it, it was, you have to use your own life experiences
I've discovered to apply them to these sorts of major decisions.
In jail, the first thing you do [G] when you get there is you [E] walk out in the yard and you
pick out the biggest motherfucker there and you knock him out.
And if you get away with that, and I am not suggesting that you will, then you get to
keep your radio, among other things.
[G]
So applying [C] that principle to the catalog of Townsman's Ent, I decided the thing to
do was to record this song.
It was the very first thing I recorded.
I recorded some of it.
[G]
[Am]
[C] Living on the road my [G] friend, it's gonna [D] keep you free and clean.
Now you're whiskey and like iron, the rest is hard as kerosene.
[D] Weren't you mama's only fool, but [C] her favorite one it [C] seems.
She [Am] began to cry when you said [G] goodnight, [D] I sank into [Am] your dream.
[C] Poncho was a bandit [G] boss, horse as fast as polished steel.
[C] Wore his gun [F] outside his pants [G] for all the honest world to feel.
[D] Poncho's bed [F] at night you know [C] on the desert stand in [C]
Mexico.
[Am] Nobody's dying [G] words,
[D] that's the [Am] way it goes.
[D] All the federalists say, [C] could [D] hit him any day.
[Am] I'm gonna let him hang [G] around, out of kindness I [Am] suppose.
[C] Lefty can't sing the [G] blues, all night long like he used to.
[C] Dusty Poncho bit down south, [C] he did up and [G] left his mouth.
[D] Little leper Poncho though, [C] left his split [D] row hat on.
[Am] Where he got the bread to [G] go, [F] ain't [Am] nobody knows.
[D] All the federalists say, [C] could hit him any day.
[Am] I'm gonna let him go [G] so long, [D] out of kindness [Am] I suppose.
[C] Poets tell how Poncho [G] fell, left his living in a cheap hotel.
Desert's quiet and Cleveland's [G] cold, so the story ends where you're told.
[F] Poncho [D] needs your prayers he's true, but save a few for Lefty too.
[Am] He only did what he [D] had to do, [G]
[F] now he's [Am] growing old.
[D] All the federalists [C] say, could hit him any [Am] day.
I'm gonna let him slip [G] away, [D] out of kindness I [Am] suppose.
[D] All the federalists say, [C] could hit him any day.
[Am] I'm gonna let him hang [G]
around, [D] out of kindness I [A] suppose.
[E]
Key:
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C
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C
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ So, [G] if you're going to make a record of Townsman's Ent songs, I mean, where to start?
_ Once I [E] decided I was going to do it, it was, you have to use your own life experiences
I've discovered to apply them to these sorts of major decisions.
_ _ In jail, the first thing you do [G] when you get there is you [E] walk out in the yard and you
pick out the biggest motherfucker there and you knock him out.
And if you get away with that, and I am not suggesting that you will, then you get to
keep your radio, _ among other things.
[G] _ _ _ _
So applying [C] _ that principle to the catalog of Townsman's Ent, I decided the thing to
do was to record this song.
It was the very first thing I recorded.
I recorded some of it.
_ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ [C] Living on the road my [G] friend, it's gonna [D] keep you free and clean.
Now you're whiskey and like iron, the rest is hard as kerosene.
[D] Weren't you mama's only fool, but [C] her favorite one it [C] seems.
She [Am] began to cry when you said [G] goodnight, _ _ _ [D] I sank into [Am] your dream. _
_ _ [C] _ _ Poncho was a bandit [G] boss, horse as fast as polished steel.
[C] Wore his gun [F] outside his pants [G] for all the honest world to feel.
[D] _ Poncho's bed [F] at night you know [C] on the desert stand in [C]
Mexico.
_ [Am] _ Nobody's dying [G] words, _ _ _ _
[D] that's the [Am] way it goes. _
_ _ [D] All the federalists say, [C] could [D] hit him any day.
[Am] I'm gonna let him hang [G] around, _ _ _ out of kindness I [Am] suppose. _
_ _ [C] _ _ Lefty can't sing the [G] blues, all night long like he used to.
[C] _ Dusty Poncho bit down south, [C] he did up and [G] left his mouth.
[D] Little leper Poncho though, [C] left his split [D] row hat on.
[Am] Where he got the bread to [G] go, _ _ _ _ [F] ain't [Am] nobody knows. _ _
_ _ [D] All the federalists say, [C] could hit him any day.
[Am] I'm gonna let him go [G] so long, _ _ _ [D] out of kindness [Am] I suppose. _
_ _ [C] _ _ Poets tell how Poncho [G] fell, left his living in a cheap hotel.
Desert's quiet and Cleveland's [G] cold, so the story ends where you're told.
[F] Poncho [D] needs your prayers he's true, but save a few for Lefty too.
[Am] He only did what he [D] had to do, _ [G] _ _ _
[F] now he's [Am] growing old.
_ _ _ [D] All the _ federalists [C] say, could hit him any [Am] day.
I'm gonna let him slip [G] away, _ _ _ [D] out of kindness I [Am] suppose. _
[D] All the _ _ federalists say, [C] _ could hit him any day.
[Am] I'm gonna let him hang [G]
around, _ _ [D] out of kindness I [A] suppose.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ So, [G] if you're going to make a record of Townsman's Ent songs, I mean, where to start?
_ Once I [E] decided I was going to do it, it was, you have to use your own life experiences
I've discovered to apply them to these sorts of major decisions.
_ _ In jail, the first thing you do [G] when you get there is you [E] walk out in the yard and you
pick out the biggest motherfucker there and you knock him out.
And if you get away with that, and I am not suggesting that you will, then you get to
keep your radio, _ among other things.
[G] _ _ _ _
So applying [C] _ that principle to the catalog of Townsman's Ent, I decided the thing to
do was to record this song.
It was the very first thing I recorded.
I recorded some of it.
_ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ [C] Living on the road my [G] friend, it's gonna [D] keep you free and clean.
Now you're whiskey and like iron, the rest is hard as kerosene.
[D] Weren't you mama's only fool, but [C] her favorite one it [C] seems.
She [Am] began to cry when you said [G] goodnight, _ _ _ [D] I sank into [Am] your dream. _
_ _ [C] _ _ Poncho was a bandit [G] boss, horse as fast as polished steel.
[C] Wore his gun [F] outside his pants [G] for all the honest world to feel.
[D] _ Poncho's bed [F] at night you know [C] on the desert stand in [C]
Mexico.
_ [Am] _ Nobody's dying [G] words, _ _ _ _
[D] that's the [Am] way it goes. _
_ _ [D] All the federalists say, [C] could [D] hit him any day.
[Am] I'm gonna let him hang [G] around, _ _ _ out of kindness I [Am] suppose. _
_ _ [C] _ _ Lefty can't sing the [G] blues, all night long like he used to.
[C] _ Dusty Poncho bit down south, [C] he did up and [G] left his mouth.
[D] Little leper Poncho though, [C] left his split [D] row hat on.
[Am] Where he got the bread to [G] go, _ _ _ _ [F] ain't [Am] nobody knows. _ _
_ _ [D] All the federalists say, [C] could hit him any day.
[Am] I'm gonna let him go [G] so long, _ _ _ [D] out of kindness [Am] I suppose. _
_ _ [C] _ _ Poets tell how Poncho [G] fell, left his living in a cheap hotel.
Desert's quiet and Cleveland's [G] cold, so the story ends where you're told.
[F] Poncho [D] needs your prayers he's true, but save a few for Lefty too.
[Am] He only did what he [D] had to do, _ [G] _ _ _
[F] now he's [Am] growing old.
_ _ _ [D] All the _ federalists [C] say, could hit him any [Am] day.
I'm gonna let him slip [G] away, _ _ _ [D] out of kindness I [Am] suppose. _
[D] All the _ _ federalists say, [C] _ could hit him any day.
[Am] I'm gonna let him hang [G]
around, _ _ [D] out of kindness I [A] suppose.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _