Sonora's Death Row

Well the Mezcal is free in Amanda's saloon

For the boys 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 town

Had a street named Sonora's Death Row



Well inside Amanda's we were all 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 mezcal and peso cigars

Drove me outside for some air

Where 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

I rushed to my pony, I grabbed my Winchester

And I entered Amanda's Again

Where I saw my partners twirlin' my pistols

And throwin' my money Around

Blinded by rage, I pulled the trigger

And one of them fell to the ground



Well Amanda's grew 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 tremble shot through me

My six-gun was there at my side

I felt in my pockets and there was my money

I fell to my knees and I cried



For a nightmare of mezcal was all that it was

No one had robbed me at all

I wish I was dreamin' the sound of the gallows

They're testin' just outside the walls

And the mezcal's still free in Amanda's saloon

For the boys from the old Broken O

And I'd give a ransom to drink there today

And be free of Sonora's Death Row

Yeah I'd give a ransom to drink there today

And be free of Sonora's Death Row