For the boys from the old
Saturday nights in the town of Sonora
Are the best in all Mexico
Who won't wanna let you go
You'd never believe such a happy town
Out a street called Sonora's Death Row
Inside Amanda's we were all
dancin' six of Amanda's gowns
so how's I doin' my powers?
But the whiskey and mezcal
Drove me outside for some air
I reached but my gun wasn't there
I woke up face down in Aman
be aware of the fool I'd been
I grabbed someone's rifle
And I entered Amanda's again
Well I saw my partners twirlin' my pistol
And throwin' my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever
And one of them fell to the
My friend stirred in pure disbelief
Amanda was kneeling beside
plainly expressing her grief.
And as I bowed my head and trembled,
my pistol was still at my side.
I felt in my pockets, there was my money
I fell to my knees an d I cried
A nightmare of a mousetrap
They're testing just outside my wall
And the mezcal's still free
For the boys from the old
I'd pay Ransom to drink there today