Sonora's Death Row

Me and the boys we cinched up our saddles
And rode to Sonora last night
Guns hanging proud, daring out loud
For anyone looking to fight
Card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes
When the boys from the old Broken O
Rode up and reigned on the street that they named
Sonora's Death Row

Mescal is free in Amanda's Saloon
For the boys from the old Broken O
Saturday night's in the town of Sonora
Are best in all Mexico
They've got guitars and trumpets and senorita's
Who won't want to let you go
You'd never believe such a ****, happy time
On a street called Sonora's Death Row

Inside Amanda's we was a dancing
With all of Amanda's gals
I'd won some silver in seven card stud
So I was out doing my pals
But the whiskey and mescal, pesos 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
Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester
And entered Amanda's again
There I saw my partners twirling my pistols
And throwing my money around
Blinding by anger, I jacked the lever
And one of em fell to the ground

Amanda's went silent like night in the desert
My friend stared in pure disbelief
Amanda was kneeling beside the dead cowboy
Plainly expressing her grief
As I bowed my head a tremble shot through me
My six gun was still at my side
I felt my pockets and there was my money
I fell to my knees and I cried

For a nightmare of mescal was all that it was
No one had robbed me at all
I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows
They're testing just outside the walls
Mescal's still free in Amanda's Saloon
For the boys from the old Broken O
I'd give em ransom to drink there today
And be free of Sonora's Death Row