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1993Writer(s): Kevin Blackie FarrellMe and the boy''s we cinched up our saddles and rode to Sonora last nightGun''s hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fightCard cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the old broken ORode up and reined on the street that they named Sonora''s death rowMescal is free at Amanda''s saloon for the boy''s from the old broken OSaturday nights in the town of Sonora are the best in all MexicoThey''ve got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas who won''t want to let you goYou''d never believe such a gay happy time on the street called Sonora''s death rowInside Amanda''s we was a dancin'' with all of Amanda''s galsI won some silver at seven card stud so I was out doin'' my palsBut the whiskey and mescal, peso cigars drove me outside for some airSomebody whispered ''Your life or your money'', I reached but my gun wasn''t thereI woke up face down in Amanda''s back alley aware of the fool I had beenRushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester and entered Amanda''s againWhere I saw my partners twirling my pistols and throwing my money aroundBlinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the groundAmanda''s got silent like night in the desert, my friends stared in pure disbeliefAmanda was kneeling beside the dead cowboy plainly expressing her griefAnd as I bowed my head a trembled shot through me my six-gun was still at my sideI felt my pockets, there was my money, I fell to my knees and I criedA nightmare of mescal is all that it was for no one had robbed me at allI wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they''re testing just outside the wallThe mescal''s still free at Amanda''s saloon for the boy''s from the old Broken OI''d give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora''s death rowI''d give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora''s death row