Lyrics Sonora's Death Row - Robert Earl Keen
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
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
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