Drizzly Sunday, and a typical lack of motivation to do even the barest minimum of things I probably should do.
What I'm listening to right now.
Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard, "Pancho and Lefty."
Lyrics were by Townes Van Zandt.
Livin' on the road my friend
Is gonna keep you free and clean
And now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath is hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
Her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said
Good-bye, sank to your dreams
Pancho was a bandit boy
His horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match, you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dyin' word
Oh but that's the way it goes
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All the Federales say
We could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness I suppose
Lefty he can'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 lay poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows
<chorus:>
All the Federales say
We could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness I suppose
The poets tell how Poncho fell
And Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
And so the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers, it's true
Save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do
And now he's growin' old
<chorus:>
All the Federales say
We could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness I suppose
A few gray Federales say
Could have had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness I suppose
[daily log: walking, 1 km]