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Tom Russell( Thomas George Russell )
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Sonora's Death Row
Well the Mezcal is free in Amanda's saloon For the boys 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 town Had a street named Sonora's Death Row
Well inside Amanda's we were all 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 mezcal and peso cigars Drove me outside for some air Where 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 I rushed to my pony, I grabbed my Winchester And I entered Amanda's Again Where I saw my partners twirlin' my pistols And throwin' my money Around Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Blinded by rage, I pulled the trigger And one of them fell to the ground
Well Amanda's grew 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 tremble shot through me My six-gun was there at my side I felt in my pockets and there was my money I fell to my knees and I cried
For a nightmare of mezcal was all that it was No one had robbed me at all I wish I was dreamin' the sound of the gallows They're testin' just outside the walls And the mezcal's still free in Amanda's saloon For the boys from the old Broken O And I'd give a ransom to drink there today And be free of Sonora's Death Row Yeah I'd give a ransom to drink there today And be free of Sonora's Death Row
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