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Carlos Saragosa left his home in Casas Grandes when the moon was fullHe had no money in his pocket, just a locket of his sister framed in GoldHe headed for el Sueco, stole a rooster named Gallo Del CieloThen he crossed the Rio Grande with that roosted nestled deep within his armGalllo del Cielo was a warrior born in heaven so the legends sayHis wings they had been broken, he had one eye rollin crazy in his headHe'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 deadHola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in San AntonioI have 27 dollars and the good luck of your good luck of your picture framed in goldTonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo Del CieloThen I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from father long agoOutside of San Diego in the Onion fields of Paco Monte VerdeThe Pride of San Diego lay sleeping on a fancy bed of silkAdn they laughed when Saragosa pulled the one-eyed Del Cielo from beneath his shirtBut they cried when Saragosa waked away with a thousand dollar billHola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in Santa BarbaraI have 27 dollars and the good luck of your good luck of your picture framed in goldTonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo Del CieloThen I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from father long agoNow the moon has gone to hiding and the lantern light spills shadows on the fighting sandLetras de cancionesA wicked black named Zorro faces Del Cielo in the sandAnd Carlos Saragosa fears the tiny crack that runs across his roosters beakAnd he fears that he has lost the 50,000 dollars riding on the fightHola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in Santa ClaraThe money's on the table, I'm holding now your good luck framed in goldEverything we dream of is riding on the spurs of Del CieloThen I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from father long agoThe signal it was given and the roosters rose together far above the sandGallo Del Cielo sunk a gaff into Zorro's shiny breastThey were separated quickly but they rose and fought each other time and time againAnd the legends all agreed that Gallo Del Cielo fought the bestBut then the screams of Saragosa filled the night outside the town of Santa ClaraAs the beak of Del Cielo lay broken like a shell within his handAnd they say that Saragosa screamed a curse upon the bones of Pancho VillaAs Zorro rose up one more time and drove Del Cielo in the sandHola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in San FranciscoI have no money in my pocket I no longer have your good luck framed in goldI buried it last evening with the bones of my beloved Del CieloI will not return to buy the land that Villa stole long agoDo 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. From Letras Mania