Carlos Zaragoza 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 Cielo 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 Theresa,
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 Diego,
in the onion fields of Paco Monteverde
The Pride of San Diego lay sleeping
on a fancy bed of silk
And they laughed when Zaragoza
pulled the one-eyed del Cielo from beneath his coat
But they cried when Zaragoza walked away
with a thousand dollar bill.
Hola, my Theresa,
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 Cielo in the night
But Carlos Zaragoza 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 Theresa,
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 c**** rose to/gether far above the sand
El Gallo del Cielo 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 Zaragoza
filled the night outside the town of Santa Clara
As the beak of del Cielo lay broken
like a shell within his hand
And they say that Zaragoza 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 Theresa,
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
Does 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.
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 Cielo 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 Theresa,
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 Diego,
in the onion fields of Paco Monteverde
The Pride of San Diego lay sleeping
on a fancy bed of silk
And they laughed when Zaragoza
pulled the one-eyed del Cielo from beneath his coat
But they cried when Zaragoza walked away
with a thousand dollar bill.
Hola, my Theresa,
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 Cielo in the night
But Carlos Zaragoza 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 Theresa,
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 c**** rose to/gether far above the sand
El Gallo del Cielo 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 Zaragoza
filled the night outside the town of Santa Clara
As the beak of del Cielo lay broken
like a shell within his hand
And they say that Zaragoza 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 Theresa,
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
Does 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.