me and the boys we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night guns hangin 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 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 and sweet seoritas who won t want to let you go you d never believe such a gay happy time on a 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 then 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 em 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 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 testing 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