Me and the boys we cinched up our saddles and rode to Sonora last night
Guns hangin' proud, and darin' out loud for any one lookin' 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 nights in the town of Sonora are best in all Mexico
They've got guitars and trumpets, 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 outdoin' 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'd been
Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester, then, entered Amanda's again
Where I saw my partners twirlin' my pistols, and, throwin' my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the leather, and, one of 'em fell to the ground
Amanda's got silent, like night in the desert,
My friends stared in pure disbelief
Amanda was kneelin' beside the dead cowboy, plainly expressing her grief
And, as I bowed my head, a tremble 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 was all that it was,
For no one had robbed me at all
I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they're testin' just outside the wall
The mescal's still free in Amanda's Saloon for the boys 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
Guns hangin' proud, and darin' out loud for any one lookin' 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 nights in the town of Sonora are best in all Mexico
They've got guitars and trumpets, 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 outdoin' 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'd been
Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester, then, entered Amanda's again
Where I saw my partners twirlin' my pistols, and, throwin' my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the leather, and, one of 'em fell to the ground
Amanda's got silent, like night in the desert,
My friends stared in pure disbelief
Amanda was kneelin' beside the dead cowboy, plainly expressing her grief
And, as I bowed my head, a tremble 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 was all that it was,
For no one had robbed me at all
I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they're testin' just outside the wall
The mescal's still free in Amanda's Saloon for the boys 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