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Intro

Carlos Zara/goza left his /home in Casas /Grandes when

the moon was full///

No money in his /pocket, just a /locket of his /sister

framed in gold///

He /rode into El /Sueco, stole a /rooster called /Gallo

Del Cielo///

Then he swam the Rio /Grande with that fighter nestled

deep beneath his arm.///

El Gallo Del Ci/elo was a /rooster born in /heaven so the

legends say///

His wings they had been /broken, he had /one eye

rollin' /crazy in his head///

And he'd /fought a hundred fights, /and the /legends say

that /one night near El Sueco///

They'd fought Gallo /seven times, and seven times he'd

left brave roosters dead./

Hola, my The/resa, I am /thinking of you /now in San

Antonio///

I have 27 dollars and the good luck of your /picture

framed in gold/

Tonight I'll put it /all on the /fighting spurs of /Gallo

Del Cielo///

And then I'll return to buy the land Villa stole

from father long ago.///

Outside of San Di/ego, in the /onion fields of /Paco

Monteverde///

The Pride of San Di/ego lay /sleeping on a /fancy bed of

silk///

And they /laughed when Zara/goza pulled the /one-eyed

del Ci/elo from beneath his coat///

But they cried when Zara/goza walked away with a

thousand dollar bill./

Hola, my The/resa, I am /thinking of you /now in

Santa Barbara///

I have fifteen hundred dollars and the good luck of

your /picture framed in gold/

Tonight I'll /put it all on the /fighting spurs of /Gallo

Del Cielo///

And then I'll return to buy the land Villa stole

from father long ago.///

Now the moon has gone to /hiding and the /lantern light

spills /shadows on a fighting sand///

Where a wicked black named /Zorro faces /Gallo del Ci/elo

in the night///

But /Carlos Zara/goza fears the /tiny crack that /runs

across his rooster's beak///

And he fears he has /lost the fifty thousand dollars

riding on the fight./

Hola, my The/resa, I am /thinking of you /now in

Santa Clara///

Yes, the money's on the table, I am holding to

your /good luck framed in gold/

And everything we've /dreamed of is /riding on the /spurs

of Del Cielo///

I pray that I'll return to buy the land Villa stole

from father long ago.///

Then the signal it was /given, and the /cocks rose

to/gether far above the sand///

El Gallo del Ci/elo sunk a /gaff into /Zorro's shiny

breast///

They were /separated /quickly but they /rose and fought

each /other thirty seven times///

And the legends say that /everyone agreed that del

Cielo fought the best.///

Then the screams of Zara/goza filled the /night outside

the /town of Santa Clara///

As the beak of del Ci/elo lay /broken like a /shell within

his hand///

And they /say that Zara/goza screamed a /curse upon the

/bones of Pancho Villa///

When Zorro rose up /one last time and drove del

Cielo through the sand./

Hola, my The/resa, I am /thinking of you /now in

San Francisco///

I have no money in my pocket, I no longer have

your /good luck framed in gold/

I buried it last /evening with the /bones of my

/beloved Del Cielo///

And I'll not return to buy the land Villa stole from

father long ago./

Do the rivers still run /muddy out/side of my /beloved

Casas Grandes?///

oes the scar upon my brother's face turn red when

he hears /mention of my name?/

Do the people of El /Sueco /curse the theft of /Gallo

del Cielo?///

Well, tell my family not to worry, I will not return

to cause them shame./

Outro

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