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well, maybe an hour, playing it, and Poncho and Lefty over and over again. We have a tape called "Americana" that is just excellent with all the Big Classic Country songs on it (Think Tennessee Flat Top Box) and we've gone through four of them! :hi:
Livin' on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean And now you wear your skin like iron, and your breath is hard as kerosene Weren't you mamma's only boy-oy, her favourite one it seems She began to cry when you said, good-bye, sank to your dream
Poncho was a bandit boy, his horse was fast as polished steel He wore his gun outside his pants, for all the honest world to feel Poncho met his match, you know, on the deserts down in Mexico Nobody heard his dyin' word, but that's the way it goes
All the Federales, they say They could have had him any day They only let him slip a-away Out of kindness I suppose
Lefty he can't sing the blues, all night long like he used to The dust that Poncho bit down south, ended up in Lefty's mouth The day they lay poor Poncho low, Lefty split for Ohio Where he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows
All the Federales they say-ay We could have had him any day We only let him slip a-away Out of kindness I suppose
The poets tell how Poncho fe-ell, and Lefty's livin' in cheap hote-els The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, and so the story ends we're told Poncho needs your prayers, it's true, save a few for Lefty too He only did what he had to do, and now he's growin' old
All the Federales, they say We could have had him any day They only let him go so-o long Out of kindness I suppose
A few grey Federales, they say-ay-ay We could have had him any day We only let him go so-o long Out of kindness I suppose
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