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Dust that Pancho bit down south
Nobody heard his dying words
Living on the road my friend
Gonna keep you free and clean
But that's the way it goes
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath as hard as kerosene
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
All the Federales say
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seemed
They could have had him any day
She began to cry
When you said goodbye
