"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 dying words Ah but that's the way it goes

All the Federales say They could have had him any day They only let him slip away Out of kindness, I suppose"

-"Pancho and Lefty" by Townes Van Zandt