Sonora's Death Row

Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to 
sonora last night
Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to
 fight
Card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the
 boys from the old broken O
Rode up and reined on the street that they named Sonora's 
death row

Mescal is free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the 
old broken O
Saturday nights in the town of Sonora are the best in all 
Mexico
They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas who 
won't want to let you go
You'd never believe such a gay happy time on the street 
called Sonora's death row

Inside Amanda's we was a dancin' with all of Amanda's gals
I won some silver at seven card stud so I was out doin' my 
pals
But the whiskey and mescal, peso cigars drove me outside 
for some air
Somebody whispered "Your life or your money", I reached but
 my gun wasn't there

I woke up face down in Amanda's back alley aware of the 
fool I had been
Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester and entered 
Amanda's again
Where I saw my partners twirling my pistols and throwing my
 money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell 
to the ground
Amanda's got silent like night in the desert, my friends 
stared in pure disbelief

Amanda was kneeling beside the dead cowboy plainly 
expressing her grief
And as I bowed my head a trembled shot through me my 
six-gun was still at my side
I felt my pockets, there was my money, I fell to my knees 
and I cried
A nightmare of mescal is all that it was for no one had 
robbed me at all
I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they're 
testing just outside
The wall

The mescal's still free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's 
from the old Broken O
I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of 
Sonora's death row
I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of 
Sonora's death row