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1993**lf**Writer(s): Kevin Blackie Farrell**lf****lf**Me and the boy''s we cinched up our saddles and rode to Sonora last night**lf**Gun''s hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight**lf**Card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the old broken O**lf**Rode up and reined on the street that they named Sonora''s death row**lf****lf**Mescal is free at Amanda''s saloon for the boy''s from the old broken O**lf**Saturday nights in the town of Sonora are the best in all Mexico**lf**They''ve got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas who won''t want to let you go**lf**You''d never believe such a gay happy time on the street called Sonora''s death row**lf****lf**Inside Amanda''s we was a dancin'' with all of Amanda''s gals**lf**I won some silver at seven card stud so I was out doin'' my pals**lf**But the whiskey and mescal, peso cigars drove me outside for some air**lf**Somebody whispered ''Your life or your money'', I reached but my gun wasn''t there**lf****lf**I woke up face down in Amanda''s back alley aware of the fool I had been**lf**Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester and entered Amanda''s again**lf**Where I saw my partners twirling my pistols and throwing my money around**lf**Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground**lf**Amanda''s got silent like night in the desert, my friends stared in pure disbelief**lf****lf**Amanda was kneeling beside the dead cowboy plainly expressing her grief**lf**And as I bowed my head a trembled shot through me my six-gun was still at my side**lf**I felt my pockets, there was my money, I fell to my knees and I cried**lf**A nightmare of mescal is all that it was for no one had robbed me at all**lf**I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they''re testing just outside the wall**lf****lf**The mescal''s still free at Amanda''s saloon for the boy''s from the old Broken O**lf**I''d give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora''s death row**lf**I''d give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora''s death row
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