left his home in Casas Grande
just a locket of his sister framed in gold
And he rode into El Sueco,
stole a rooster called Gallo del Cielo
Then he swam the Rio Grande
with that fighter nestled
was a rooster born in heaven,
His wings they had been broken,
he had one eye rolling crazy in his hand
And he fought a hundred fights,
and the legends say that one
They fought Cielo seven times,
seven times he left brave roosters dead
I am thinking of you now in San Antonio
I have twenty -seven dollars,
and the good luck of your picture
Tonight I'll bet it all on the fighting spurs
And then I'll return to buy the land
Vila stole from father long ago
In the onion fields of Poco Marte Verde
lay sleeping on a fancy bed of silk
And they laughed when Zaragoza
pulled a one -eyed Dale Cielo
And they cried when Zaragoza
walked away with a thousand dollar bill
I am thinking of you now in Santa Barbara
and the good luck of your
Tonight I'll bet it all on the fighting spurs
And then I'll return to buy the land
Bill I stole from father long ago
Now the moon has gone to hiding
And the lantern light spills shadows
Hey, wicked black names are all faces
Guy O'Dell's yellow in the night
And Carlos Zaragoza fears
that runs across this rooster's beak
And he fears that he has lost
that is riding on his bike
I am thinking of you now in Santa Clara
All my money's on the table
And everything we've dreamed of
is riding on the spurs of Del Cielo
I pray that I'll return to buy the land
Vila stole from father long ago
Then the signal it was given
And the cocks rose together
Cayo del Cielo sunk a gaffe
In the Zorro's shiny breast
They were separated quickly
But they rose and fought each other
And the legends say that everyone agreed
that Del Cielo fought the be st
Then the screamed Zaragoza fiddled
her outside the town of Santa Clara
lay broken like a shell within his hand
And they say that Zaragoza screamed a curse upon the
bones of Pancho Villa Windsor all rose up one last time
and drove El Cielo to the sand
I am thinking of you now in
There's no money in my pockets,
I no longer have your good luck framed in gold
with the bones of my beloved El Cielo
And I'll not return to buy the land,
feel I stole from father long ago
Do the rivers still run muddy
outside of my beloved Casa Grande?
Does the scar upon my brother's face
when he hears mention of my name?
Do the people of El Suego
still curse the theft of Gallo del Cielo?
Tell my family not to worry,
I will not return to cause them shame