Mark Erelli - Sonoras death row

Mescal is free at A^Ammanda's saloon For the ^Fboy's from the old Broken ^CO Saturday nights in the ^Amtown of Sonora Are the ^Fbest in all Mexi^Cco They've got ^Fguitars and trumpets and ^Csweet senoritas Who ^Fwon't want to let you ^Cgo You'd never believe such a ^Amhappy town On t^Fhe street called Sonor^Ca's Death Row

Inside Amanda's ^Amwe was a dancing With ^Fall of Amanda's ^Cgals I won some silver at ^Amseven card stud So ^FI was outdoing my ^Cpals But the ^Fwhiskey and mescal, peso ci^Cgars ^FDrove me outside for some ^Cair Somebody whispered "Your ^Amlife or your money" I ^Freached, but my gun wasn't ^Cthere

I woke up face down in A^Ammanda's back alley A^Fware of the fool I had ^Cbeen Rushed to my pony, ^Amgrabbed my Winchester And I e^Fntered Amanda's a^Cgain Where ^FI saw my partners twirling my ^Cpistols And ^Fthrowing my money a^Cround Blinded by anger, I ^Amjacked the lever And ^Fone of them fell to the ^Cground

Amanda's got silent like ^Amnight in the desert My ^Ffriends stared in pure disbe^Clief Amanda was kneeling be^Amside the dead cowboy ^FPlainly expressing her ^Cgrief And as ^FI bowed my head, a tremble shot ^Cthrough me My ^Fsix-gun was still at my ^Cside I felt my pockets, ^Amthere was my money I ^Ffell to my knees and I ^Ccried

A nightmare of mescal is ^Amall that it was For ^Fno one had robbed me at ^Call I wish I was dreaming the ^Amsound of the gallows They're ^Ftesting just outside the ^Cwall The ^Fmescal's still free at A^Cmanda's saloon For the ^Fboy's from the old Broken ^CO I'd give a ransom to ^Amdrink there today And be ^Ffree of Sonora's death ^Crow I'd give a ransom to ^Amdrink there today And be ^Ffree of Sonora's death ^Crow