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"Pancho and Lefty"
Originally (I think) by Townes Van Zandt, but I'm this is the Willie Nelson cover of it. Great song. Possibly my favorite folk tune.

You probably wanna play this song in C:

C:  032010
G:  320010 (mute upper strings if needed)
F:  003210 (mute top # string if needed)
Am: x02210


C                            
Living on the road my friend
G
Is gonna keep you free and clean
F                  
Now you wear your skin like iron
C                         G
Your breath as hard as kerosene
F                                         
Weren't your mama's only boy
        C               F
But her favorite one it seems
    Am                    F    C    G
She began to cry when you said goodbye
    F              Am      
And sank into your dreams

C                        
Pancho was a bandit boys 
G
his horse fast as polished steel
F
He wore his gun outside his pants
    C                       G
For all the honest world to feel
F                        
But Pancho met his match you know 
C                       F
on the deserts down in Mexico
Am               F  C  G   
Nobody heard his dying words 
F                        Am
ah but that's the way it goes


CHORUS:
F                     
All the Federales say 
C                           F
they could have had him any day
Am                F    C  G
They only let him slip away 
F                     Am
out of kindness I suppose


C
Lefty he can't sing the blues 

G
all night long like he used to
F                     
The dust that Pancho bit down south 
C                    G
ended up in Lefty's mouth
F                              
When they laid poor Pancho low 
C                F
Lefty split for Ohio
Am               F     C  G
Where he got the bread to go 
F                   Am
there ain't nobody knows


CHORUS


C
Poets tell how Pancho fell 
G
and Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
F
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold,
C                G
And so the story ends we're told
F                         
Pancho needs your prayers it's true 
C                        F
but save a few for Lefty too
Am                  F   C  G
He only did what he had to do  
F                    Am
and now he's growing old


CHORUS

And that's pretty much it... I think.