Sonora\'s Death Row歌词

作曲 : Kevin Blackie 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 anyone looking to fight
Card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes
When the boys from the old broken
ORode 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
OSaturday nights in the town of
SonoraAre the best in all
MexicoThey'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 moneyI 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 criedA 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
OI'd give a ransom to drink there today
Be free of
Sonora's death row
Yes I'd give a ransom to drink there today
Be free of
Sonora's death row