Текст песни Robert Earl Keen - Sonora`s Death Row
Robert Earl Keen - Sonora`s Death Row слова песни
K. FarrellMe 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