There is an old warrior inside of me who is so tired of the fight... so tired of the fight... And somehow this particular version of this particular song gets right under all the armor and still 17 years later I can sit there listening with tears streaming down my face... This is one of my all time top 3 favorite country songs. Emmylou blows away other versions IMO... you might check it out if your own tired, lonely inner warrior wants to lay down his arms and come in from the cold... Lyrics: 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 Werent your mamas only boy But her favorite one it seems She began to cry when you said Good-bye, and sank into your dreams Pancho 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 Pancho met his match, you know In the deserts down in Mexico Nobody heard his dyin words Ah but thats the way it goes All the Federales, they say We couldve had him any day Only let him slip away Out of kindness I suppose Lefty he cant sing the blues All night long like he used to The dust that Pancho bit down South Ended up in Leftys mouth The day they laid poor Pancho low Lefty split for Ohio Where he got the bread to go There aint nobody knows All the Federales say Couldve had him any day We only let him slip away Out of kindness I suppose The poets tell how Poncho fell And Leftys livin in a cheap hotel The deserts quiet and Clevelands cold And so the story ends were told Pancho needs your prayers, its true Save a few for Lefty too He only did what he had to do And now hes growin old All the Federales say Couldve had him any day We only let him slip away Out of kindness I suppose A few gray Federales say Couldve had him any day We only let him go so long Out of kindness I suppose
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 05:51:29 +0000
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