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