Pancho and Lefty

Living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean. Now you wear your skin like iron, and your breath is hard as kerosene. You weren't your mama's only boy, but her favourite one it seems. She began to cry when you said goodbye, and sank

Living on the road my friend, Is gonna keep you free and clean. Now you wear your skin like iron, And your breath as hard as kerosene. You weren't your mama's only boy, But her favorite one it seems. She began to cry when you said goodbye, And sank i