Pancho and Lefty
C G Livin' on the edge my friend is bound to make you [rock a few] F C G Now your [breath] is hard as iron, your breath is sweet as kerosene F C F You was your momma's only boy, favorite one it seems C F G F Am Began to cry when you said, "good-bye",*) sank into your dreams. Pancho was a bandit, boys, [his horse fast] and his hands were free
