Lletres:
Townes Van Zandt Pancho And Lefty

The day they laid poor pancho low, Lefty split for ohio Where he got the bread to go, There ain't nobody knows The poets tell how pancho fell, And lefty

t sing the blues All night long like he used to The dust that Pancho bit down south Ended up in Lefty's mouth The day they laid poor Pancho low Lefty