It's difficult being wierd.....

This morning I woke up singing Poncho & Lefty...well...my brain was anyway. So here's to Willie and Merle - may we all have as much fun, with much fewer incarcerations.....


Livin' on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and cleanAnd now you wear your skin like iron, and your breath is hard as keroseneWeren't you mamma's only boy-oy, her favourite one it seemsShe began to cry when you said, good-bye, sank to your dreamPoncho was a bandit boy, his horse was fast as polished steelHe wore his gun outside his pants, for all the honest world to feelPoncho met his match, you know, on the deserts down in MexicoNobody heard his dyin' word, but that's the way it goesAll the Federales, they sayThey could have had him any dayThey only let him slip a-awayOut of kindness I supposeLefty 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 mouthThe day they lay poor Poncho low, Lefty split for OhioWhere he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knowsAll the Federales they say-ayWe could have had him any dayWe only let him slip a-awayOut of kindness I supposeThe poets tell how Poncho fe-ell, and Lefty's livin' in cheap hote-elsThe desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, and so the story ends we're toldPoncho needs your prayers, it's true, save a few for Lefty tooHe only did what he had to do, and now he's growin' oldAll the Federales, they sayWe could have had him any dayThey only let him go so-o longOut of kindness I supposeA few grey Federales, they say-ay-ayWe could have had him any dayWe only let him go so-o longOut of kindness I suppose....