Robert Earl Keen – Sonoras Death Row (Guitar)

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Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night

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Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight

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Card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the old broken O

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Rode up and reined on the street that they named Sonora's death row

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Mescal is free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old broken O

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Saturday nights in the town of Sonora are the best in all Mexico

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They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas who won't want to let you go

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You'd never believe such a gay happy time on the street called Sonora's death row

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Inside Amanda's we was a dancin' with all of Amanda's gals

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I won some silver at seven card stud so I was out doin' my pals

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But the whiskey and mescal, peso cigars drove me outside for some air

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Somebody whispered "Your life or your money", I reached but my gun wasn't there

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I woke up face down in Amanda's back alley aware of the fool I had been

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Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester and entered Amanda's again

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Where I saw my partners twirling my pistols and throwing my money around

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Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground

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Amanda's got silent like night in the desert, my friends stared in pure disbelief

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Amanda was kneeling beside the dead cowboy plainly expressing her grief

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And as I bowed my head a tremble shot through me my six-gun was still at my side

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I felt my pockets, there was my money, I fell to my knees and I cried

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A nightmare of mescal is all that it was for no one had robbed me at all

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I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they're testing just outside the wall

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The mescal's still free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old Broken O

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I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's death row

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I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's death row