me and the boy s we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night gun s hanging proud daring out loud for any one looking to fight card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the old broken o rode up and reined on the street that they named sonora s death row mescal is free at amanda s saloon for the boy s 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 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 out doin 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 had been rushed to my pony grabbed my winchester and entered amanda s again where i saw my partners twirling my pistols and throwing my money around blinded by anger i jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground amanda s got 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 trembled 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 is all that it was for no one had robbed me at all i wish i was dreaming the sound of the gallows they re testing just outside the wall the mescal s still free at amanda s saloon for the boy s 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