Carlos Zaragoza left his home in Casas Grandes the moon was full No money in his pocket, just a locket of his sister framed in He rode into El Sueco, stole a rooster called Del Cielo Then he swam the Rio with that fighter nestled beneath his arm.
El Gallo Del was a rooster born in heaven so the legends say His they had been broken, he had one eye crazy in his head And fought a hundred fights, and the legends say That one near El Sueco They'd fought Gallo seven times, and seven times Left brave dead.
Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in San I have 27 dollars and the good luck of your Framed in Tonight I'll put it all on the spurs of Gallo Del Cielo And then I'll return to buy the Villa stole From father ago.
of San Diego, in the onion fields of Paco Monteverde The Pride of San Diego lay sleeping on a bed of silk And they laughed when Zaragoza the one-eyed Del from beneath his coat But they cried when walked away with a Thousand bill.
Hola, my Theresa, I am of you now in Santa Barbara I have hundred dollars and the good luck of Your framed in gold Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting of Gallo Del Cielo And then I'll return to buy the Villa stole From father ago.
Now the has gone to hiding and the lantern light shadows on a fighting sand Where a wicked black named Zorro faces Gallo del Cielo in the But Carlos Zaragoza fears the tiny crack that runs across his rooster's And he fears he has lost the fifty thousand riding on the fight.
Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in Clara Yes, the on the table, I am holding to Your good luck in gold And everything we've of is riding on the spurs of Del Cielo I pray I'll return to buy the land Villa stole from father long ago.
Then the it was given, and the cocks rose Together far above the El del Cielo sunk a gaff into Zorro's shiny breast They were separated quickly but they rose and other thirty seven times And the say that everyone agreed that del Cielo fought the best.
Then the screams of Zaragoza the night outside The of Santa Clara As the beak of del Cielo lay broken a shell within his hand And say that Zaragoza screamed a curse upon the Bones of Villa When rose up one last time and drove del through the sand.
Hola, my Theresa, I am of you now in San I no money in my pocket, I no longer have Your good luck in gold I buried it evening with the bones of my Beloved Del And I'll not to buy the land Villa stole from long ago.
Do the rivers still run outside of my beloved Casas
Oes the scar upon my brother's face red when He hears of my name? Do the people of El Sueco curse the theft of del Cielo? Well, tell my family not to worry, I not return To cause shame.