Sonora`s Death Row — текст песни (Robert Earl Keen)

K. Farrell

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