tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991002527423860652011-07-08T11:17:36.655+08:00LuXmaNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511078447425591000noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699100252742386065.post-12532028233639599602009-09-14T09:03:00.004+08:002009-09-14T09:23:14.697+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Living on the road my friend</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Was gonna keep you free and clean</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Now you wear your skin like iron</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Your breath's as hard as kerosene</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">You weren't your mama's only boy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">But her favorite one it seems</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">She began to cry when you said goodbye</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">And sank into your dreams</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pancho was a bandit boys</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">His horse was fast as polished steel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Wore his gun outside his pants</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">For all the honest world to feel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pancho met his match you know</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">On the deserts down in Mexico</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nobody heard his dying words</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">That's the way it goes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">All the federales say</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">They could have had him any day</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">They only let him hang around</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Out of kindness I suppose</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lefty he can't sing the blues</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">All night long like he used to</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">The dust that Pancho bit down south</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ended up in Lefty's mouth</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">The day they laid poor Pancho low</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lefty split for Ohio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Where he got the bread to go</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">There ain't nobody knows</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">All the federales say</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">They could have had him any day</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">They only let him slip away</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Out of kindness I suppose</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">The poets tell how Pancho fell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">So the story ends we're told</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pancho needs your prayers it's true,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">But save a few for Lefty too</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">He just did what he had to do</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Now he's growing old</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">A few gray federales say</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">They could have had him any day</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">They only let him go so wrong</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Out of kindness I suppose</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699100252742386065-1253202823363959960?l=luxman86.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LuXmaNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511078447425591000noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699100252742386065.post-32239575992079490992009-09-11T14:09:00.000+08:002009-09-11T14:19:53.617+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">.</span></span></div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">mama takes this badge from me<br />I can't use it anymore<br />It's getting dark too dark to see<br />feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door</span><br /></span><br />(Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door)x4<br /><br />Mama put my guns in the ground<br />I can't shoot them anymore<br />That cold black cloud is comin' down<br />Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door<br /><br />(Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door)x4<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"YOU JUST BETTER START SNIFFIN' YOUR OWN<br />RANK SUBJUGATION JACK 'CAUSE IT'S JUST<br />YOU AGAINST YOUR TATTERED LIBIDO, THE BANK<br />AND THE MORTICIAN, FOREVER MAN AND IT<br />WOULDN'T BE LUCK IF YOU COULD GET OUT OF<br />LIFE ALIVE"*<br /></span><br />Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699100252742386065-3223957599207949099?l=luxman86.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LuXmaNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511078447425591000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699100252742386065.post-64848374262433534222009-09-11T00:15:00.000+08:002009-09-11T00:17:22.383+08:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">new world...</span> ^_^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699100252742386065-6484837426243353422?l=luxman86.blogspot.com' alt='' 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