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[Verse]
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Well the Mezcal is free in Amanda's saloon
        G                        D
For the boys from the old Broken O
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Saturday nights in the town of Sonora
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Are the best in all Mexi co
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They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas
    Em                    A
Who won't want to let you go
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You'd never believe such a gay happy town
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Had a street named Sonora's Death Row

[Verse]
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Well inside Amanda's we were all dancin'
     G               D
With all of Amanda's gals
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I won some silver at seven card stud
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So I was outdoin' my pals
        G                      D/F#
But the whiskey and mezcal and peso cigars
Em                        A
Drove me outside for some air
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Where somebody whispered "Your life or your money"
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I reached but my gun wasn't there

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
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I woke up face down in A manda's back alley
  G                      D
A ware of the fool I had been
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I rushed to my pony, I grabbed my Winchester
      G                  D
And I entered Amanda's A gain
      G                 D/F#
Where I saw my partners twirlin' my pistols
    Em                  A
And throwin' my money A round
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Blinded by rage, I pulled the trigger
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And one of them fell to the ground

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
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Well A manda's grew silent like night in the desert
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My friends stared in pure dis belief
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Amanda was kneeling be side the dead cowboy
G                      D
Plainly expressing her grief
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And as I bowed my head, a tremble shot through me
   Em                      A
My six-gun was there at my side
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I felt in my pockets and there was my money
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I fell to my knees and I cried

[Verse]
      D                       Bm
For a nightmare of mezcal was all that it was
G                       D
No one had robbed me at all
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I wish I was dreamin' the sound of the gallows
        G                        D
They're testin' just outside the walls
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And the mezcal's still free in A manda's saloon
        Em                       A
For the boys from the old Broken O
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And I'd give a ransom to drink there today
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And be free of Sonora's Death Row
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Yeah I'd give a ransom to drink there today
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And be free of Sonora's Death Row