Chords for Steve Earle - Pancho And Lefty (Townes Van Zandt) (Live in Sydney) | Moshcam

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_ _ 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.
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