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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 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 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 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 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 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. |
