Gallo Del Cielo

Carlos Saragosa left his home in Casas Grandes when the moon was full

He had no money in his pocket, just a locket of his sister framed in Gold

He headed for el Sueco, stole a rooster named Gallo Del Cielo

Then he crossed the Rio Grande with that roosted nestled deep within his arm

Galllo del Cielo was a warrior born in heaven so the legends say

His wings they had been broken, he had one eye rollin crazy in his head

He'd fought a hundred fights and the legends say that one night near El Sueco

He fought Cielo seven times, seven times he left brave roosters dead

Hola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in San Antonio

I have 27 dollars and the good luck of your good luck of your picture framed in gold

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

Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from father long ago

Outside of San Diego in the Onion fields of Paco Monte Verde

The Pride of San Diego lay sleeping on a fancy bed of silk

Adn they laughed when Saragosa pulled the one-eyed Del Cielo from beneath his shirt

But they cried when Saragosa waked away with a thousand dollar bill

Hola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in Santa Barbara

I have 27 dollars and the good luck of your good luck of your picture framed in gold

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

Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from father long ago

Now the moon has gone to hiding and the lantern light spills shadows on the fighting sand

A wicked black named Zorro faces Del Cielo in the sand

And Carlos Saragosa fears the tiny crack that runs across his roosters beak

And he fears that he has lost the 50, 000 dollars riding on the fight

Hola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in Santa Clara

The money's on the table, I'm holding now your good luck framed in gold

Everything we dream of is riding on the spurs of Del Cielo

Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from father long ago

The signal it was given and the roosters rose together far above the sand

Gallo Del Cielo sunk a gaff into Zorro's shiny breast

They were separated quickly but they rose and fought each other time and time again

And the legends all agreed that Gallo Del Cielo fought the best

But then the screams of Saragosa 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 Saragosa screamed a curse upon the bones of Pancho Villa

As Zorro rose up one more time and drove Del Cielo in the sand

Hola my Teresa I'm thinkin 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

I will not return to buy the land that Villa stole long ago

Do the rivers still run muddy outside of my beloved Casas Grandes?

Does the scar upon my brother's face turn red when he hears mention of my name?

And do the people of El Sueco still curse the theft of Gallo Del Cielo?

Tell my family not to worry, I will not return to cause them shame