Dave Alvin - Sonora's d**h Row lyrics

Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles And rode to Sonora last night Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud For anyone 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 d**h 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 d**h 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 And 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 Be free of Sonora's d**h row Yes I'd give a ransom to drink there today Be free of Sonora's d**h row