The poets tell how Pancho fell, And Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold And so the story ends, we're told. Pancho needs your prayers, it's true But say a few for Lefty, too He only did what he had to do And now he's growin' old... Vaya con Dios, Lefty.
Shit, he was the man and I thought he was touring this year. At least we got one last song out of him. Thanks for all the great music sir. You definitely will be missed. Oh and here's another excuse to use this.
