Chords for Jason Isbell & Amanda Shires - Pancho & Lefty - The Garage, London - 20 November 2013

[Bm] This is my favorite country [A#] western song ever written.
Once again, [G#] I'm Jason Isbell.
That's [N] Amanda Shaw.
Thank you so much for listening.
_ _ _ _ Have a really special one.
Thank you. _ _ _ _
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_ [B] I'm _ _ _ _ _
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_ living on a road map again, _ _ it's looking pretty _ _ clean.
[A] _ _ Now you [B] wear your skin like [E] iron, your breath as hard as [B] kerosene.
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[A] _ You went to mama's off me, boy, [Em] and her [F#] favorite one [A] I'd seen.
_ [E] She _ [C#m] began to cry when you [A] said [E] goodbye. _
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You sank into your dreams, _
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parted with a bandit boy. _
_ _ [B] His horse was fast as polished steel, and [A] he wore him, the [B] gun outside his [A] pants.
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They're all young and swirled [B] with feel.
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[A] _ _ I told him that he's mad as you know, [E] on the deserts down [A]
in Mexico.
_ And nobody heard a dying [E] word. _
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That's the way it goes.
Well, well, _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [A]
well.
Well, _ _ Farrah, they say [E] they could have had [A] him any day.
They only let him slip _ [B] away. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] Had a kind and slice of gold.
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_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [B] Lefty can't [Em] sing the blues _ all night long [B] like he used to.
_ He _ [Am] _ got his poncho bent down south.
_ [E] He ended up in [B] Lefty's mouth.
[A] _ _ _ The day they made for _ Poncho [E] Loaf, it split [Am] for _ _ [C#m] Ohio.
_ Where he got bread [Em] to go.
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_ _ _ [A] _ Ain't nobody know.
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_ [E] _ [A] _ _ No, _ Farrah, they say _ [E] they could have had [A] him any day.
[C#m] They only _ [A] let him go so [E]
wrong.
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[A] Had a kind and slice of gold.
[C#m] _
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_ _ Poets tell how Poncho fell.
_ _ _ _ Lefty's living [B] in a cheap hotel.
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Desert's quiet, _ Cleveland's [E] cold.
_ So the story [B] ends and told.
_ [A] _ _ Poncho needs your [B] prayers, his [E] son.
Say, if you for lefty too, [C#m] he only did what he [Em] had to do.
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_ _ Now he's getting [A] old.
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[A] _ No, _ _ _ Farrah, they say [E] they [B] could have had [A] him any [E] day.
[C#m] They only let [A] him slip _ [C#] away. _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] Had a kind and slice of _ [C#m] gold. _
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No, _ Farrah, they [B]
[E] say they could have had [A] him any day.
They [C#m] only [A] let him hang [E] _ around.
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_ _ _ _ [A] Had a kind and slice of [C#m] gold. _ _ _ _
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