Robert Earl Keen Sonora's Death row Lyrics:
K. Farrell

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
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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
Lyrics: Sonora's Death row, Robert Earl Keen [end]