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