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A-Z (artist name) of Guitar Tab Click HERE for an easy print version of keen jr robert earl - sonoras death row guitar chords ################################################################ # The following is the author's own interpretation of the song # # to be used for studying or private use only. Downloaded from # # www.TabGuitarLessons.com. FREE GUITAR SOFTWARE + LOTS MORE! # # Home of the 60 minute fretboard memory technique. You'll # # memorise ALL the notes and positions on the fretboard in 60 # # minutes or less. visit www.TabGuitarLessons.com today. # ################################################################ From: tbacus@onramp.net Sonora's Death Row by Robert Earl Keen Jr. Capo at 3rd fret C Am F C Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night C Am F C Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight F C F G Card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the old broken O C Am F C 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 Break: 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 |