Tom Russell - Sonoras death row

Well the ^DMezcal is free in ^BmAmanda's saloon For the ^Gboys from the old Broken ^DO Saturday nights in the ^Bmtown of Sonora Are the ^Gbest in all Mexi ^Dco They've got ^Gguitars and trumpets and ^D/F#sweet senoritas Who ^Emwon't want to let you ^Ago You'd ^Dnever believe such a ^Bmgay happy town Had a ^Gstreet named Sonora's Death ^DRow ^G

Well ^Dinside Amanda's ^Bmwe were all dancin' With ^Gall of Amanda's ^Dgals I won some silver at ^Bmseven card stud So ^GI was outdoin' my ^Dpals But the ^Gwhiskey and mezcal and ^D/F#peso cigars ^EmDrove me outside for some ^Aair Where ^Dsomebody whispered "Your ^Bmlife or your money" I ^Greached but my gun wasn't ^Dthere ^G

I ^Dwoke up face down in A ^Bmmanda's back alley A ^Gware of the fool I had ^Dbeen I rushed to my pony, I ^Bmgrabbed my Winchester And I ^Gentered Amanda's A ^Dgain Where ^GI saw my partners ^D/F#twirlin' my pistols And ^Emthrowin' my money A ^Around ^DBlinded by rage, ^BmI pulled the trigger And ^Gone of them fell to the ^Dground ^G

Well A ^Dmanda's grew silent like ^Bmnight in the desert My ^Gfriends stared in pure dis ^Dbelief Amanda was kneeling be ^Bmside the dead cowboy ^GPlainly expressing her ^Dgrief And as ^GI bowed my head, a ^D/F#tremble shot through me My ^Emsix-gun was there at my ^Aside I ^Dfelt in my pockets and ^Bmthere was my money I ^Gfell to my knees and I ^Dcried ^G

For a ^Dnightmare of mezcal was ^Bmall that it was ^GNo one had robbed me at ^Dall I wish I was dreamin' the ^Bmsound of the gallows They're ^Gtestin' just outside the ^Dwalls And the ^Gmezcal's still free in A ^D/F#manda's saloon For the ^Emboys from the old Broken ^AO And ^DI'd give a ransom to ^Bmdrink there today And be ^Gfree of Sonora's Death ^DRow ^G Yeah I'd give a ransom to ^Bmdrink there today And be ^Gfree of Sonora's Death ^DRow ^G