For The Good Times
Otis Clay Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

Living on the road my friend,
Was gonna keep you free and clean.
Now you wear your skin like iron,
Your breath 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 boy,
His horse was fast as polished steel.
He 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,
Ah but that's the way it goes.

All the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
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 go,
There ain't nobody knows.

All the Federales say
We could have had him any day.
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose.

The poets tell how Pancho fell,
And Lefty's living in cheap hotels
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold,
And so the story ends we're told.
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too.
He only did what he had to do,
And now he's growing old.

All the Federales say
We could have had him any day.
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose.

A few gray Federales say
We could have had him any day




We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose.

Overall Meaning

The song "For The Good Times" by Otis Clay tells the story of two men, Pancho and Lefty, who are living their lives on the edge. The opening lyrics speak to the toll that a life on the road has taken on one of the men: "Living on the road my friend, was gonna keep you free and clean. Now you wear your skin like iron, your breath as hard as kerosene." This paints a vivid picture of a man who has spent most of his life traveling and has become hardened and weary as a result.


The song then goes on to tell the story of Pancho, a bandit boy who met his match in Mexico, and Lefty, his accomplice who fled to Ohio. The lyrics suggest that Pancho's fate was sealed, and even though the Federales could have caught him at any time, they chose not to out of kindness. Lefty, on the other hand, had to flee to Ohio, and nobody knows where he got the money to do it.


The song ends with a plea for both Pancho and Lefty, as they both did what they had to do, and the listeners should pray for both of them. The lyrics suggest that even the Federales, who were after them, were not entirely heartless and allowed them to escape because of their kindness. Overall, the song portrays the struggle of two men living on the edge, the hardship they faced, and how their fate was left to chance.


Line by Line Meaning

Living on the road my friend, Was gonna keep you free and clean.
Traveling around was supposed to make you feel liberated and pure.


Now you wear your skin like iron, Your breath as hard as kerosene.
Now you have a tough and rough exterior, and your breath is harsh, like a fuel.


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.
You were not an only child, but your mom favored you. When you left, it made her cry and caused her to retreat into her imagination.


Pancho was a bandit boy, His horse was fast as polished steel. He 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, Ah but that's the way it goes.
Pancho was a criminal on a swift horse with a gun clearly visible, looking for confrontation. He eventually met someone as fierce as him in the deserts of Mexico, and his last words were unheard.


All the Federales say They could have had him any day They only let him slip away Out of kindness, I suppose.
The law enforcement claims they could have caught him whenever but only allowed him to evade capture out of some sense of mercy.


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.
Lefty, too, had rough times after Pancho's demise since his throat became dry, and only remnants of Pancho's death made their way to him. On the same day they buried Pancho, he fled to Ohio, without anyone aware of his source of income.


All the Federales say We could have had him any day. We only let him slip away Out of kindness, I suppose.
The authorities say they could have caught Lefty. It was a kindness on their part to let him go.


The poets tell how Pancho fell, And Lefty's living in cheap hotels The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, And so the story ends we're told. Pancho needs your prayers it's true, But save a few for Lefty too. He only did what he had to do, And now he's growing old.
The poets inform us of Pancho's demise, and Lefty is living under humble conditions. The desert is silent, yet Cleveland is harsh. The tale has come to an end, and both men need prayers, particularly Lefty, who did what he felt he had to do, and now he's aged.


All the Federales say We could have had him any day. We only let him go so long Out of kindness, I suppose.
Again, the authorities recall that they could have apprehended Lefty whenever, but they allowed him to be on the run for an extended period as an act of charity.


A few gray Federales say We could have had him any day We only let him go so long Out of kindness, I suppose.
A few old authorities remember that they could have caught him sooner, but their benevolence got hold on them, allowing Lefty to escape for an extended period.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: KRISTOFFER KRISTOFFERSON

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found