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Sonora's Death Row - Michael Martin Murphey
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