Chords for Townes van Zandt - 01 Pancho and Lefty (A Private Concert)
Tempo:
70.8 bpm
Chords used:
G
Bm
D
A
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm going to play you some songs.
This first one is called Poncho and Lick.
[E]
[G] [E] [Bm]
[D] Living on the road, my friend, [A] was going to keep you free and clean.
[G] Now you wear your skin like [F#m] iron, your breath's as [A] hard as kerosene.
[G] You weren't your mama's only boy, [D] but her favorite one [G] it seems.
She [Bm] began to cry when you [A] said goodbye, [G] and sank [Bm] into your dreams.
[D] Poncho was a bandit, boys, [A] his horse was fast as polished [G] steel.
Wore his [Em] gun outside his [D] pants, all the honest world to [G] feel.
Poncho met his match, you know, [D] on the desert stand in Mexico.
[Bm] And nobody heard his [A] dying words, [G] but that's the [Bm] way it goes.
[G] And all the federales say [D] they could have had him any day.
[Bm] They only let [A] him hang around [E] out of [Em] kindness, I [Bm] suppose.
[A] [D] All lefty, he can't sing the [A] blues all night long like he used [G] to.
The dusty Poncho bit down [D] south, and [E] dead of him left his [G] mouth.
The day they laid poor Poncho [D] low, left his split for Ohio.
[Bm] Where he got the bread to go, [E] [A] oh, ain't [Em] nobody [Bm] knows.
[G] And all the federales [D] say they could have had him any [Bm] day.
They only let him [A] slip away [G] out of kindness, [Bm] I suppose.
[A] [D]
[E] [G]
[Bm] [D] Well, the poets tell how Poncho [A] felt, left his living in a cheap hotel.
[G] The desert's [Em] quiet and Cleveland's cold, [D] so the story ends we're [G] told.
Poncho needs your prayers, it's true, [D] save a few for lefty too.
[F#] He just [A] did what he had to do, now he's growing [Bm] old.
[G] And a few great [D] federales say they [Em] could have had him any day.
[F#] They only let him [A] go so wrong [G] out of kindness, [Bm] I suppose.
[G] A few great federales say [D] they could have had him any day.
[Bm] They only let him go [A] so wrong [G] out of [E] kindness, I [Bm] suppose.
This first one is called Poncho and Lick.
[E]
[G] [E] [Bm]
[D] Living on the road, my friend, [A] was going to keep you free and clean.
[G] Now you wear your skin like [F#m] iron, your breath's as [A] hard as kerosene.
[G] You weren't your mama's only boy, [D] but her favorite one [G] it seems.
She [Bm] began to cry when you [A] said goodbye, [G] and sank [Bm] into your dreams.
[D] Poncho was a bandit, boys, [A] his horse was fast as polished [G] steel.
Wore his [Em] gun outside his [D] pants, all the honest world to [G] feel.
Poncho met his match, you know, [D] on the desert stand in Mexico.
[Bm] And nobody heard his [A] dying words, [G] but that's the [Bm] way it goes.
[G] And all the federales say [D] they could have had him any day.
[Bm] They only let [A] him hang around [E] out of [Em] kindness, I [Bm] suppose.
[A] [D] All lefty, he can't sing the [A] blues all night long like he used [G] to.
The dusty Poncho bit down [D] south, and [E] dead of him left his [G] mouth.
The day they laid poor Poncho [D] low, left his split for Ohio.
[Bm] Where he got the bread to go, [E] [A] oh, ain't [Em] nobody [Bm] knows.
[G] And all the federales [D] say they could have had him any [Bm] day.
They only let him [A] slip away [G] out of kindness, [Bm] I suppose.
[A] [D]
[E] [G]
[Bm] [D] Well, the poets tell how Poncho [A] felt, left his living in a cheap hotel.
[G] The desert's [Em] quiet and Cleveland's cold, [D] so the story ends we're [G] told.
Poncho needs your prayers, it's true, [D] save a few for lefty too.
[F#] He just [A] did what he had to do, now he's growing [Bm] old.
[G] And a few great [D] federales say they [Em] could have had him any day.
[F#] They only let him [A] go so wrong [G] out of kindness, [Bm] I suppose.
[G] A few great federales say [D] they could have had him any day.
[Bm] They only let him go [A] so wrong [G] out of [E] kindness, I [Bm] suppose.
Key:
G
Bm
D
A
E
G
Bm
D
I'm going to play you some songs.
This first one is called Poncho and Lick. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [E] _ [Bm] _ _ _
[D] _ Living on the road, my friend, [A] was going to keep you free and clean.
[G] Now you wear your skin like [F#m] iron, your breath's as [A] hard as kerosene.
[G] You weren't your mama's only boy, [D] but her favorite one [G] it seems.
She [Bm] began to cry when you [A] said goodbye, _ _ [G] and sank [Bm] into your dreams.
_ _ [D] _ Poncho was a bandit, boys, [A] his horse was fast as polished [G] steel.
Wore his [Em] gun outside his [D] pants, all the honest world to [G] feel.
Poncho met his match, you know, [D] on the desert stand in Mexico.
[Bm] And nobody heard his [A] dying words, _ [G] but that's the [Bm] way it goes. _ _
[G] And all the federales say [D] they could have had him any day.
[Bm] They only let [A] him hang around [E] out of [Em] kindness, I [Bm] suppose.
_ _ [A] _ [D] _ All lefty, he can't sing the [A] blues all night long like he used [G] to.
The dusty Poncho bit down [D] south, and [E] dead of him left his [G] mouth.
The day they laid poor Poncho [D] low, left his split for Ohio.
[Bm] Where he got the bread to go, [E] _ [A] _ oh, ain't [Em] nobody [Bm] knows. _ _
[G] And all the federales [D] say they could have had him any [Bm] day.
They only let him [A] slip away _ [G] out of kindness, [Bm] I suppose.
_ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [D] Well, the poets tell how Poncho [A] felt, left his living in a cheap hotel.
[G] The desert's [Em] quiet and Cleveland's cold, [D] so the story ends we're [G] told.
Poncho needs your prayers, it's true, [D] save a few for lefty too.
[F#] He just [A] did what he had to do, _ now he's growing [Bm] old. _ _
[G] And a few great [D] federales say they [Em] could have had him any day.
[F#] They only let him [A] go so wrong [G] out of kindness, [Bm] I suppose.
_ _ _ [G] A few great federales say [D] they could have had him any day.
[Bm] They only let him go [A] so wrong [G] out of [E] kindness, I [Bm] suppose. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This first one is called Poncho and Lick. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [E] _ [Bm] _ _ _
[D] _ Living on the road, my friend, [A] was going to keep you free and clean.
[G] Now you wear your skin like [F#m] iron, your breath's as [A] hard as kerosene.
[G] You weren't your mama's only boy, [D] but her favorite one [G] it seems.
She [Bm] began to cry when you [A] said goodbye, _ _ [G] and sank [Bm] into your dreams.
_ _ [D] _ Poncho was a bandit, boys, [A] his horse was fast as polished [G] steel.
Wore his [Em] gun outside his [D] pants, all the honest world to [G] feel.
Poncho met his match, you know, [D] on the desert stand in Mexico.
[Bm] And nobody heard his [A] dying words, _ [G] but that's the [Bm] way it goes. _ _
[G] And all the federales say [D] they could have had him any day.
[Bm] They only let [A] him hang around [E] out of [Em] kindness, I [Bm] suppose.
_ _ [A] _ [D] _ All lefty, he can't sing the [A] blues all night long like he used [G] to.
The dusty Poncho bit down [D] south, and [E] dead of him left his [G] mouth.
The day they laid poor Poncho [D] low, left his split for Ohio.
[Bm] Where he got the bread to go, [E] _ [A] _ oh, ain't [Em] nobody [Bm] knows. _ _
[G] And all the federales [D] say they could have had him any [Bm] day.
They only let him [A] slip away _ [G] out of kindness, [Bm] I suppose.
_ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [D] Well, the poets tell how Poncho [A] felt, left his living in a cheap hotel.
[G] The desert's [Em] quiet and Cleveland's cold, [D] so the story ends we're [G] told.
Poncho needs your prayers, it's true, [D] save a few for lefty too.
[F#] He just [A] did what he had to do, _ now he's growing [Bm] old. _ _
[G] And a few great [D] federales say they [Em] could have had him any day.
[F#] They only let him [A] go so wrong [G] out of kindness, [Bm] I suppose.
_ _ _ [G] A few great federales say [D] they could have had him any day.
[Bm] They only let him go [A] so wrong [G] out of [E] kindness, I [Bm] suppose. _ _
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