Sonoras Death Row

C

                   Am
Mescal is free at Amanda's saloon
        F                         C
For the boy's from the old Broken O
                       Am
Saturday nights in the town of Sonora
        F               C
Are the best in all Mexico
            F                        C
They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas
    F                     C
Who won't want to let you go
                           Am
You'd never believe such a happy town
    F                     C
On the street called Sonora's Death Row

                Am
Inside Amanda's we was a dancing
     F               C
With all of Amanda's gals
                     Am
I won some silver at seven card stud
   F                 C
So I was outdoing my pals
        F                          C
But the whiskey and mescal, peso cigars
F                         C
Drove me outside for some air
                         Am
Somebody whispered "Your life or your money"
  F                          C
I reached, but my gun wasn't there

                        Am
I woke up face down in Amanda's back alley
 F                      C
Aware of the fool I had been
                   Am
Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester
       F                C
And I entered Amanda's again
      F                             C
Where I saw my partners twirling my pistols
    F                  C
And throwing my money around
                    Am
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever
    F                       C
And one of them fell to the ground

                         Am
Amanda's got silent like night in the desert
   F                           C
My friends stared in pure disbelief
                      Am
Amanda was kneeling beside the dead cowboy
F                      C
Plainly expressing her grief
       F                               C
And as I bowed my head, a tremble shot through me
   F                       C
My six-gun was still at my side
                   Am
I felt my pockets, there was my money
  F                      C
I fell to my knees and I cried

                         Am
A nightmare of mescal is all that it was
    F                       C
For no one had robbed me at all
                          Am
I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows
        F                        C
They're testing just outside the wall
    F                       C
The mescal's still free at Amanda's saloon
        F                         C
For the boy's from the old Broken O
                     Am
I'd give a ransom to drink there today
       F                      C
And be free of Sonora's death row
                     Am
I'd give a ransom to drink there today
       F                      C
And be free of Sonora's death row

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