Pancho & Lefty
(townes van zandt)
Livin' on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear 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
And 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
Well, pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in mexico
And nobody heard his dyin' words
Ah but that's the way it goes
All the federales say
Could of had him any day
Only let him any day
Hang around
Out 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 gop
There ain't nobody knows
Well, the poets tell how pancho fell
And lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The dessert's quiet and cleveland's cold
So the story end's, we're told
Pancho needs your prayer's it's true
But save a few for lefty too
He just did what he had to do
And now he's growin' old
A few gray federales say
Could have had him any day
Only let him go so long
Out of kindness i suppose
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Hitchin' The Blues
Pancho (and Lefty) pointed me toward the highway.
By the words that were said;
I listened for those big White Frieghtliners
Travelling endlessly thru my head-
I stood with my thumb hanging
In the whistling Western wind;
I could not recall where I was going
Nor, where I had been-
The highway is tomorrow...
And those big-rigs are today;
I'll catch a ride, to find where I am bound
Just moving along my way-
I'm out there on that freeway
Hitchin' my blues away... far away;
Out there somewhere, ridin' that old road
Pickin' up the pieces as I go-
Out there on the highway
Hitchin' my blues so far, far away;
Goin' down a road
Just tryin' to lighten life's heavy load-
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Hank And Lefty
Daddy had a 1949 ford
When I was just about ten years old
We would listen to Hank and Lefty on the radio
''Why Don't You Love Like You Used to Do?''
And ''Just Look What Thoughts Will Do.''
Old Hank and Lefty raised my country soul.
Chours:
Now I learned how to sing and shuffle my shoes
Listin to Hank sing the ''Lovesick Blues.''
We never met Ol' Hank but we was awful close
Cut my teeth on ''Always Late.''
And ''I Love You a Thousand Ways.''
Ol' Hank and Lefty raised my country soul.
--- Instrumental ---
Daddy said the hair on his neck would crawl
When old Hank sang about the light he saw
Hank sure put a whole lot of heart in the songs he wrote
Everytime daddy got a little bit tight
''Mom and Dad's Waltz'' would make him cry
Old Hank and Lefty raised my country soul.
Chours:
Now I learned how to sing and shuffle my shoes
Listin to Hank sing the ''Lovesick Blues.''
We never met Ol' Hank but we was awful close
Cut my teeth on ''Always Late.''
And ''I Love You a Thousand Ways.''
Ol' Hank and Lefty raised my country soul.
Old Hank and Lefty raised my country soul.
Old Hank and Lefty raised my country soul...
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Meditations on the South Valley, Part XXIII
Pancho, the barrio idiot.
Rumor is that una bruja from Bernalillo
le embrujo. Unshaven, chattering
and nodding to airy friends
that follow him,
he roams the barrio all day.
I see him at least twice a day—
walking on the ditch behind my house,
hours later walking across the bridge.
Harmless, la gente leave him alone
in his own fantasies,
to share his bread with invisible companions,
to speak back to voices
that brim over from his childhood memories.
I have seen him
on all fours in Raul’s field
with the sheep. Or last Christmas
in the tree meowing like a cat.
You always fill my heart Pancho
with delight.
poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca
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Hey Cisco
Watch him ride into the sunset
Hed have the little fat guy
Right along his side
Echoing off the canyon, hey cisco
From pancho n pretty soon
The black sombrero would reply
Hey pancho whats happening mi amigo
Its getting somewhere near the end,
This winding trail
When weve raced around the corner
For the final dusty time
Mr renaldo n carillos
Going to jail
Cant open no more supermarkets
Duncans sombreros hanging
Up there with his guns
Some cigarro sucking slag
Under a chip hollywood chandelier
Says cisco, kid you know
Your day is done
Let me know how you are doin
Mr renaldo
If you need me I could be
A friend for life
There dont seem any point
...we should throw way
All these years
Why dont we saddle up
And ride out one more time
What they doing to my friend
What they doing to my man
Dont matter when
Ill stay to the end
Hey cisco
Lets go out in style
Were going down together
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something.
quote by Pancho Villa
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The secret of my success was clean living and a fast outfield.
quote by Lefty Gomez
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041110f Green Belongs To Lefty
even leaf could not deny lefty
back nine relentless charge
collared prestigious green jacket
for the third time in his carrer
resurrection of american golf
that's what sports needed most
tigers ups and downs not enough
to stitch torn fabric of confidence
kims unbelievable seven under
makes anybody to say 'if-ever'
lee hangs on fringes of green
there's always something to gain
****
masters 2010:
phil mickelson champ (lefty)
lee westwood runner-up
anthony kim
kj choi
tiger woods
great golf, would you agree
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Owe Them More Than That
Owe Them More Than That
Old Hank was a drifter passing through,
he stayed long enough to cry the blues,
acquainted with the bottle,
he knew the good Lord too,
Hank was drifter passing through;
Lefty was an oil rigger's son,
he felt every word he ever sung,
and when it came to singin?, Lord,
he showed them how its done;
old Lefty was an oil rigger's son.
They broke the ground
on the road that we go down today,
like a train whistle passing,
their voices are starting to fade.
There are some who sing their praises,
others tip their hats,
but it seems like we owe em more than that.
Marty painted pictures with a song,
El Paso made the whole world sing along,
with the story of Felina and the cowboy in her arms,
Marty painted pictures with a song.
Waylon was the outlaw of our time,
not afraid to lay it on the line,
he went against the grain,
and he always spoke his mind,
Waylon was the outlaw of our time.
They broke the ground
on the road that we go down today,
like a train whistle passing,
their voices are starting to fade
There are some who sing their praises,
others tip their hats,
but it seems like we owe em more than that,
There are some who sing their praises,
others tip their hats,
but it seems like we owe em more than that
but it seems like we owe em more than that,
we all know we owe em more than that...
Yeah, we do.
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Memphis Soul Song
Lookin' back on everything
And all the things that stay
I can count on memories
Cuz they don't go away
Good times were hard to hold
Until she came along
She moves me like a Memphis soul song
I'm not always there I know
But she don't mind at all
As pretty as a picture that hangs on my own wall
She's like Mississippi
When the sun comes up at dawn
She moves me like a Memphis soul song
With an angel on my lefty side and the devil on my right
She's the one who saves me from them dark unholy nights
Of all the ones who've left me it's a wonder she's not gone
She moves me like a Memphis soul song
She moves me like a Memphis soul song
She don't care what the game is
She's always down to play
My world without her seems a million miles away
She don't have to worry
I know where I belong
She moves me like a Memphis soul song
I've been dealt some aces
And I've played them all the same
But she's the only one that keeps me in the game
No fame or fortune could ever keep me gone
She moves me like a Memphis soul song
With an angel on my lefty side and the devil on my right
She's the one who saves me from them dark unholy nights
Of all the ones who've left me it's a wonder she's not gone
She moves me like a Memphis soul song
She moves me like a Memphis soul song
[BRIDGE]
There's a magic down in Memphis
That never seems to fade
Even now them voices carry
Like a lonely serenade
It's the memories that still and always will be on my mind
They move me every time
She see's the good in everything there is to see
Sometimes I wonder what she ever see's in me
I'm not always right you know
But she's never led me wrong
She moves me like a Memphis soul song
In all my travels I've never found a way
To find the words that say the things I'd like to say
I've sang some melodies but she's my favorite one
She moves me like a Memphis soul song
With an angel on my lefty side and the devil on my right
She's the one who saves me from them dark unholy nights
Of all the ones who've left me it's a wonder she's not gone
She moves me like a Memphis soul song
She moves me like a Memphis soul song
song performed by by Uncle Kracker from No Stranger To Shame
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If you don't throw it, they can't hit it.
quote by Lefty Gomez
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I'd rather be lucky than good.
quote by Lefty Gomez
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And I got to know Red Foley well. And I got to know Lefty really well, he was a great guy.
quote by Mel Tillis
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I'm the guy that made Joe DiMaggio famous.
quote by Lefty Gomez
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I taught myself how to play when I was about 13. I'm a lefty.
quote by Jules Shear
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Pour Me Another Tequila Sheila
(Chorus)
Pour me another tequila, Sheila.
Take off that red satin dress.
'Cause I crossed the border,
And I beat the dealer for all of that gold in Juarez.
I feel like ol' Pancho Villa, Sheila,
And I've got the pesos to spend,
So pour me another tequila, Sheila.
And lay down and love me again.
No I can't tell you about it.
Don't mind the gun by my bed,
But I feel kind'a naked without it,
And it eases the fears in my head.
I never trusted in woman,
But Sheila I trust you tonight.
So pass me the salt and a lemon,
Bend down and blow out the light.
(Chorus)
Sheila I'm hearin' your heartbeat,
But I'm hearing footsteps outside.
The courtyard is crawlin' with them Federales
And Sheila, there's no place to hide,
but I don't know who could have tipped 'em,
nobody knew it but you,
but I never have trusted in woman,
Sheila, here's what I'm going to do.
(Chorus)
Yeah! Pour me another tequila,
I'm gonna put on your red satin Dress.
You put on my clothes, and you go face the dealer.
Sheila I wish you the best.
I never trusted in woman,
Sheila I trusted you tonight.
So pour me another tequila Sheila,
And I'll run for the border again.
Yeah! Pour me another tequila,
Sheila, as I ride for the border again.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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I've got a new invention. It's a revolving bowl for tired goldfish.
quote by Lefty Gomez
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I was the worst hitter ever. I never even broke a bat until last year when I was backing out of the garage.
quote by Lefty Gomez
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Lefty Grove could throw a lamb chop past a wolf.
quote by Arthur Baer
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CLAREVILLE BEACH and 'Bloody Torpedos
BIT MORE FROM ‘GRUMPY OLD BLOGGER’.
Any body remember the NAVEL TORPEDO BASE at TAYLORS POINT, via CLAREVILLE BEACH?
CLAREVILLE BEACH and the “Bloody Torpedo”
Out back of Avalon NSW lives a pretty Pittwater beach, and Clareville, that’s her name. On a peaceful day the beach was pillaged and rent, this is how pretty Clareville Beach, for some time, would to never be the same.
Our Navy boys were our friends, they protected us down under, this day a untervasser thing went mad, well folks they made a blunder.
Must stop, re-late, go back to get attention, Milkrun and Pancho, Mrs. Selley and Mr. Fox, well, they must rate a mention.
Adrian me mate, he fits in with the go, he had a “Cat” moored in Clareville Bay, no surf on Avalon, not a problem, rig the cat and sailen’ down the Pittwater, gees, what more is there to say.
The ‘Targets”, was there three of them, like bastions I supposes, ‘borrow’ a rowboat of the beach, ‘cause there was a fish that lingered underneath, a name something just like Moses.
For many years the base existed nestling in foreshores oh so pretty, to denigrate such a place was, well, was a bureaucratic pity.
Just before the air was blown, sending “Big Fish” down the bay, crash boats raced, hither and yon, we’re Navy blokes, and we jest you not we have the very, very last say.
I think the story ‘bout the base is really a fundamental, just a small diversion, you see this yarn, its JohnFarls story, of mine it’s just a version.
Mores’ the pity, this navel base, it was the place of dread, adjacent to the place Mrs.Selley races “John, JFK is dead.
Hang on, we digress, the “bloody torpedo”, what went asunder, oh I remember, off she goes on a nor’ be nor’ the targets she go’s right under.
Some chaotic trivial malfunction hits the fan, “the fish” has a minor glitch its ‘bloody’ rudder bumbles, now it heads east be east, boats and Clareville Beach, watch out blokes the things gone mad, up the beach she rumbles.
Damage, there was none, all the floating stuff was spared but what a bloody show, only damage, Aussie Navy, “the bloody torpedo” and their Navy ego
You live at Clareville in liven’ times, you think this yarn’s a scam, trust me people you heard it first, JohnFarls and Pancho, your old Avalon Milkman man.
poem by John D. Farley
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I am a lefty, though I bat right-handed... When I was a kid I pitched, played first, outfield and shortstop as well. Now it's mainly softball with some friends.
quote by Josh Charles
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