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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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