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
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/Qv8Carlos 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.