Chords for Steve Earle - Pancho & Lefty (Live at Amoeba)
Tempo:
93.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Am
F
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[C] I apologize if [G] I offend anybody that brought children today.
But who do you want your kids to learn to cuss from, me or Dick Cheney?
So,
[E] [Am] [G]
there's, um, [Ab] I decided that it was finally time to make this record.
I've been talking about it for a long time.
And when it got down to it, the first night to record, you know, the short list was 28 songs
by the time I got a couple of days away from recording.
There's a lot [Am] of songs.
[G] But there were some things I knew I had to record.
The first night I recorded this, right out of the box,
because it's sort of like the first [A] day in prison.
You go out and find the biggest guy in the yard and you knock him out,
and then you get to keep your radio.
Living [G]
[Am]
[C] on the road, my friend,
[G] was gonna keep you free and clean.
[F]
Now you're wasting like [G] I'm the rest of this heart's kerosene.
Weren't you mama's only boy, [C] but her favorite [G] one seems.
[Am] She began to cry [Em] when you said [G] goodbye,
[G] I sank into [Am] your dream.
[C] Poncho's a bandit, boys,
[G] his horse is fast as polished steel.
[F]
War is a gun [G] outside his pants
[C] for all the [G] honest world to feel.
Poncho met his [C] match in the [G] deserts [C] down in Mexico.
[Am]
Nobody heard his dying [G] words,
[D] [F] that's [G] the way [Am] it goes.
[F] All the [G]
federalists [C] say
we could hit him any [Am] day.
We only let him hang [G] around
out [F] of kindness, [C] [Am] I suppose.
[C] Lefty can't sing the blues all [G] night long like he used [F] to.
The dust of Poncho bit down [C] south
and fed up and [G] left his mouth.
The dead-legged poor Poncho low,
[C] [G] left his bed [C] brow high, oh.
[Am]
Where he got the bread [G] to go?
[Fm] There ain't [G] nobody [Am] knows.
[G] All the [C] federalists say
we could [G] hit him any day.
[Am]
We only let him slip [G] away
out of [Dm] kindness, [G] I [Am] suppose.
[C] [G] Poets tell that Poncho fell
left to live in a cheap hotel.
Desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold,
[C] so the [G] story ends where it goes.
Poncho needs his present too,
but [C] save a few for [G] Lefty too.
[Am]
He only did what he had [G] to do,
[F] now [G] he's [A] growing [Am] old.
[G] All the federalists say
[C] [G] we could hit him any [Am] day.
We only let him go so [G] wrong
[D] out [F] of kindness, [C] [Am] I suppose.
[Gm] A few great federalists [C] say
we could hit him [G] any day.
[Am]
We only let him [G] hang around
out of kindness, I [A] suppose.
[E]
[N] Thanks.
[E]
[C] I apologize if [G] I offend anybody that brought children today.
But who do you want your kids to learn to cuss from, me or Dick Cheney?
So,
[E] [Am] [G]
there's, um, [Ab] I decided that it was finally time to make this record.
I've been talking about it for a long time.
And when it got down to it, the first night to record, you know, the short list was 28 songs
by the time I got a couple of days away from recording.
There's a lot [Am] of songs.
[G] But there were some things I knew I had to record.
The first night I recorded this, right out of the box,
because it's sort of like the first [A] day in prison.
You go out and find the biggest guy in the yard and you knock him out,
and then you get to keep your radio.
Living [G]
[Am]
[C] on the road, my friend,
[G] was gonna keep you free and clean.
[F]
Now you're wasting like [G] I'm the rest of this heart's kerosene.
Weren't you mama's only boy, [C] but her favorite [G] one seems.
[Am] She began to cry [Em] when you said [G] goodbye,
[G] I sank into [Am] your dream.
[C] Poncho's a bandit, boys,
[G] his horse is fast as polished steel.
[F]
War is a gun [G] outside his pants
[C] for all the [G] honest world to feel.
Poncho met his [C] match in the [G] deserts [C] down in Mexico.
[Am]
Nobody heard his dying [G] words,
[D] [F] that's [G] the way [Am] it goes.
[F] All the [G]
federalists [C] say
we could hit him any [Am] day.
We only let him hang [G] around
out [F] of kindness, [C] [Am] I suppose.
[C] Lefty can't sing the blues all [G] night long like he used [F] to.
The dust of Poncho bit down [C] south
and fed up and [G] left his mouth.
The dead-legged poor Poncho low,
[C] [G] left his bed [C] brow high, oh.
[Am]
Where he got the bread [G] to go?
[Fm] There ain't [G] nobody [Am] knows.
[G] All the [C] federalists say
we could [G] hit him any day.
[Am]
We only let him slip [G] away
out of [Dm] kindness, [G] I [Am] suppose.
[C] [G] Poets tell that Poncho fell
left to live in a cheap hotel.
Desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold,
[C] so the [G] story ends where it goes.
Poncho needs his present too,
but [C] save a few for [G] Lefty too.
[Am]
He only did what he had [G] to do,
[F] now [G] he's [A] growing [Am] old.
[G] All the federalists say
[C] [G] we could hit him any [Am] day.
We only let him go so [G] wrong
[D] out [F] of kindness, [C] [Am] I suppose.
[Gm] A few great federalists [C] say
we could hit him [G] any day.
[Am]
We only let him [G] hang around
out of kindness, I [A] suppose.
[E]
[N] Thanks.
[E]
Key:
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] I apologize if [G] I offend anybody that brought children today.
But who do you want your kids to learn to cuss from, me or Dick Cheney? _
So, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
there's, um, [Ab] I decided that it was finally time to make this record.
I've been talking about it for a long time.
And when it got down to it, the first night to record, you know, the short list was 28 songs
by the time I got a couple of days away from recording.
There's a lot [Am] of songs. _ _
_ [G] But there were some things I knew I had to record.
_ The first night I recorded this, right out of the box,
because it's sort of like the first [A] day in prison.
You go out and find the biggest guy in the yard and you knock him out,
and then you get to keep your radio.
_ Living [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ on the road, my friend,
[G] was gonna keep you free and clean.
[F]
Now you're wasting like [G] I'm the rest of this heart's _ kerosene.
Weren't you mama's only boy, [C] but her favorite [G] one seems.
[Am] She began to cry [Em] when you said [G] goodbye, _ _ _
_ [G] I sank into [Am] your dream.
_ _ [C] _ _ Poncho's a bandit, boys,
[G] his horse is fast as polished steel.
[F]
War is a gun [G] outside his pants
[C] for all the [G] honest world to feel.
_ Poncho met his [C] match in the _ [G] deserts [C] down in Mexico.
_ [Am] _
Nobody heard his dying [G] words, _ _
[D] _ _ [F] that's [G] the way [Am] it goes.
_ _ _ [F] All the [G] _
federalists [C] say
we could hit him any [Am] day.
We only let him hang [G] around _ _
out [F] of kindness, [C] [Am] I suppose. _
_ _ _ [C] _ Lefty can't sing the blues all [G] night long like he used [F] to.
The dust of Poncho bit down [C] south
and fed up and [G] left his mouth.
The dead-legged poor Poncho low,
[C] [G] left his bed [C] brow high, oh.
[Am] _
Where he got the bread [G] to go? _ _
_ [Fm] There ain't [G] nobody [Am] _ knows.
_ _ _ [G] All the [C] federalists say
we could [G] hit him any day.
[Am]
We only let him slip [G] away _ _
out of [Dm] kindness, [G] I [Am] suppose. _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] Poets tell that Poncho fell
left to live in a cheap hotel. _
Desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold,
[C] _ so the [G] story ends where it goes.
Poncho needs his present too,
but [C] save a few for [G] Lefty too.
[Am]
He only did what he had [G] to do, _ _
_ _ [F] now [G] he's [A] growing [Am] old.
_ _ _ [G] All the federalists say
[C] _ [G] we could hit him any [Am] day.
We only let him go so [G] wrong _ _
[D] out [F] of kindness, [C] [Am] I suppose. _
_ _ [Gm] A few great _ federalists [C] say
we could hit him [G] any day.
[Am]
We only let him [G] hang around _ _ _
out of kindness, I [A] suppose.
[E] _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ Thanks. _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [C] I apologize if [G] I offend anybody that brought children today.
But who do you want your kids to learn to cuss from, me or Dick Cheney? _
So, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
there's, um, [Ab] I decided that it was finally time to make this record.
I've been talking about it for a long time.
And when it got down to it, the first night to record, you know, the short list was 28 songs
by the time I got a couple of days away from recording.
There's a lot [Am] of songs. _ _
_ [G] But there were some things I knew I had to record.
_ The first night I recorded this, right out of the box,
because it's sort of like the first [A] day in prison.
You go out and find the biggest guy in the yard and you knock him out,
and then you get to keep your radio.
_ Living [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ on the road, my friend,
[G] was gonna keep you free and clean.
[F]
Now you're wasting like [G] I'm the rest of this heart's _ kerosene.
Weren't you mama's only boy, [C] but her favorite [G] one seems.
[Am] She began to cry [Em] when you said [G] goodbye, _ _ _
_ [G] I sank into [Am] your dream.
_ _ [C] _ _ Poncho's a bandit, boys,
[G] his horse is fast as polished steel.
[F]
War is a gun [G] outside his pants
[C] for all the [G] honest world to feel.
_ Poncho met his [C] match in the _ [G] deserts [C] down in Mexico.
_ [Am] _
Nobody heard his dying [G] words, _ _
[D] _ _ [F] that's [G] the way [Am] it goes.
_ _ _ [F] All the [G] _
federalists [C] say
we could hit him any [Am] day.
We only let him hang [G] around _ _
out [F] of kindness, [C] [Am] I suppose. _
_ _ _ [C] _ Lefty can't sing the blues all [G] night long like he used [F] to.
The dust of Poncho bit down [C] south
and fed up and [G] left his mouth.
The dead-legged poor Poncho low,
[C] [G] left his bed [C] brow high, oh.
[Am] _
Where he got the bread [G] to go? _ _
_ [Fm] There ain't [G] nobody [Am] _ knows.
_ _ _ [G] All the [C] federalists say
we could [G] hit him any day.
[Am]
We only let him slip [G] away _ _
out of [Dm] kindness, [G] I [Am] suppose. _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] Poets tell that Poncho fell
left to live in a cheap hotel. _
Desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold,
[C] _ so the [G] story ends where it goes.
Poncho needs his present too,
but [C] save a few for [G] Lefty too.
[Am]
He only did what he had [G] to do, _ _
_ _ [F] now [G] he's [A] growing [Am] old.
_ _ _ [G] All the federalists say
[C] _ [G] we could hit him any [Am] day.
We only let him go so [G] wrong _ _
[D] out [F] of kindness, [C] [Am] I suppose. _
_ _ [Gm] A few great _ federalists [C] say
we could hit him [G] any day.
[Am]
We only let him [G] hang around _ _ _
out of kindness, I [A] suppose.
[E] _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ Thanks. _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _