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 rooster nestled deep within his arm

Gallo 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 twenty-seven 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

And 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 twenty-seven 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 fifty thousand 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