| Carlos Zaragoza left his home in Casas Grandes when the moon was full
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| No money in his pocket, just a locket of his sister framed in gold
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| He rode into El Sueco, stole a rooster called «Gallo del Cielo»
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| Then he crossed the Rio Grande with that rooster nestled deep beneath his arm.
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| Well, Gallo del Cielo was a warrior born in heaven, so the legends say
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| His wings they had been broken, he had one eye rollin' crazy in his head
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| And He’d fought a hundred fights, but the legends say that one night near El
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| Sueco
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| They’d fought Cielo seven times and seven times he’d left brave roosters dead.
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| Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in San Antonio
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| I have 27 dollars and the good luck of your picture framed in gold
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| Tonight I’ll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo del Cielo
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| And Then I’ll return to buy the land that Villa stole from father long ago
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| Outside of San Diego in the onion fields of Paco Monteverde
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| The Pride of San Diego lay sleeping on his fancy bed of silk
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| And they laughed when Zaragoza pulled the one-eyed del Cielo from beneath his
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| coat
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| But they cried when Zaragoza walked away with a thousand dollar bill.
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| Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in Santa Barbara
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| I have fifteen hundred dollars and the good luck of your picture framed in gold
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| Tonight I’ll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo del Cielo
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| And then I’ll return to buy the land that Villa stole from father long ago.
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| Now the moon has gone to hiding and the lantern light spills shadows on the
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| fighting sand
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| Where a wicked black named Zorro faces Gallo del Cielo in the night
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| But Carlos Zaragoza fears the tiny crack that runs across his rooster’s beak
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| And he fears he has lost the fifty thousand dollars riding on the fight
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| Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in Santa Clara
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| Yes, the money’s on the table, I’m holding to your good luck framed in gold
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| And everything we dreamed of is riding on spurs of del Cielo
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| I pray that I’ll return to buy the land that Villa stole from father long ago
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| Then the signal it was given, and the roosters rose together far above the sand
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| Then Gallo del Cielo sunk a gaff into Zorro’s shiny breast
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| They were separated quickly but they rose and fought each other thirty seven
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| times
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| And the legends say that everyone agreed del Cielo fought the best
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| Then the screams of Zaragoza filled the night outside the town of Santa Clara
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| As the beak of del Cielo lay broken like a shell within his hand
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| And they say that Zaragoza screamed a curse upon the bones of Pancho Villa
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| When Zorro rose up one last time and drove del Cielo to the sand.
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| Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in San Francisco
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| There is no money in my pocket, I no longer have your good luck framed in gold
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| I buried it last evening with the bones of my beloved del Cielo
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| And I’ll not return to buy the land that Villa stole from father long ago
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| Do the rivers still run muddy outside of my beloved Casas Grandes?
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| And does the scar upon my brother’s face turn red when he hears mention of my
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| name?
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| Do the people of El Sueco curse the theft of Gallo del Cielo?
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| Well tell my family not to worry, I will not return to cause them shame. |