Sonora's Death Row

One of my favorite cowboy songs.  You can hear it here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI9kcG8fpi4

Me and the boys, we cinched up our sad-dles
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And rode to So-nor-a last night
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Guns hangin' proud, and darin' out loud
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To an-y-one look-in' to fight.
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Card cheats and outlaws would run for their holes
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When the boys from the old Broken O
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Rode up and reined on the streets 
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that they called So-nor-a's Death row
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2. Mescal is free at Amanda's Saloon
For the boys of the Old Broken O
Saturday night in the town of Sonora
Are best in Old Mexico.
They got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas
That won't want to let you go
You'd never believe such a gay happy time
In a place called Sonora's Death Row.

3. Inside Amanda's we was a dancin'
With all of Amanda's gals.
I won some silver at seven card stud,
So I was outdoin' 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.

4. I woke up facedown 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 twirlin my sixguns
And throwing my money around.
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever
And one of them fell to the ground

5. Amanda's got silent, like night in the desert
My friends stared in pure disbelief.
Amanda was kneeling by the dead cowboy,
Plainly expressing her grief.
As I bowed my head, a tremble shot threw me
My sixgun was still at my side
I felt my pockets and there was my money,
I fell to my knees and I cried.

6. A nightmare of mescal was 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 this wall.
The mescal's still free at Amanda's Saloon
For the boys of the Old Broken O
I'd give a ransom to drink there today,
Be free of Sonora's Death Row.

Yes I'd give a ransom to drink there today
Be free of Sonora's Death Row.