The original from The Best of Townes Van Zandt is tuned down a half-step!

Intro: 
Finger pick A to Bm

Verse:
DLiving (xx0232@1)on the road my friend
AWas (x02220@1)gonna keep you free and clean
GNow (320003@1)you wear your skin like iron
     D (xx0232@1)                 AYour (x02220@1)breath's as hard as kerosene
GYou (320003@1)weren't your mama's only boy
        D (xx0232@1)             GBut (320003@1)her favorite one it seems
Bm (x24432@1)                      G (320003@1)      AShe (x02220@1)began to cry when you said goodbye
    G (320003@1)            BmAnd (x24432@1)sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
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
That's the way it goes

GAll (320003@1)the federales say
D (xx0232@1)                     GThey (320003@1)could have had him any day
Bm (x24432@1)              G (320003@1)   A (x02220@1)They only let him hang around
       G (320003@1)           BmOut (x24432@1)of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows

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

The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he's growing old

A few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose