I'm going to play this song first called Poncho and Legend.

Sorry about the air conditioners being off, but it won't be very long.

It gets really hot. I don't know what we'll do.

Poncho

Living on the road, my friend

Was going to keep you free and clean

Now you wear your skin like iron

And your breath's as hard as kerosene

You weren't your mama's only boy

But her favorite one it seems

She began to cry when you said goodbye

It sank into your dreams

Poncho was a bandit, boys

His horse was fast as polished steel

Wore his gun outside his pants

For all the honest world to feel

Poncho met his match, you know

On the desert stand in Mexico

And nobody heard his dying words

But that's the way it goes

And all the federales say

They could have had him any day

They only let him hang around

Out of kindness, I suppose

Lefty, he can't sing the blues

All night long like he used to

The dust that Poncho bit down south

Ended up in Lefty's mouth

The day they laid poor Poncho low

Lefty split for Ohio

And where he got the bread to go

Ain't nobody knows

And all the federales say

They could have had him any day

They only let him slip away

Now the poets tell how Poncho fell

And Lefty's living in a cheap hotel

The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold

So the story ends we're told

Poncho needs your prayers, it's true

We'll save a few for Lefty too

He just did what he had to do

And now he's growing old

And a few great federales say

They could have had him any day

They only let him go so wrong

Out of kindness, I suppose

A few great federales say

They could have had him any day

They only let him go so wrong

Out of kindness, I suppose