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Gallo Del Cielo

Tono: C

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C      Dm      G         C  
verse 1
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Carlos Zaragoza left his home in Casas Grandes when the moon was full
        G                                                                                                                                                         C  
No money in his pocket, just a locket of his sister framed in gold
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He rode into El Sueco, stole a rooster called Gallo Del Cielo
                     G                                                                            F                                      G                                         C  
Then he swam the Rio Grande with that fighter nestled deep beneath his arm
verse 2
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El Gallo Del Cielo was a rooster born in heaven, so the legends say
          G                                                                                                                                                                      C  
His wings they had been broken, he had one eye rolling crazy in his head
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And he'd fought a hundred fights, and the legends say that one night near El Sueco
                  G                                                                            F                                         G                                                 C  
They'd fought Gallo seven times, and seven times he'd left brave roosters dead
F                                                                                                                                      G  
Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in San Antonio
                  Dm  G                                      Dm                                                                                         G  
I have 27 dollars and the good luck of your picture framed in gold
F                                                                                                                                                              G  
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo Del Cielo
                        Dm                                 G                              F                                         G                              C  
And then I'll return to buy the land Villa stole from father long ago
verse 3
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Outside of San Diego, in the onion fields of Paco Monteverde
          G                                                                                                                                 C  
The Pride of San Diego lay sleeping on a fancy bed of silk
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And they laughed when Zaragoza pulled the one-eyed del Cielo from beneath his coat
                        G                                                                      F                         G                                      C  
But they cried when Zaragoza walked away with a thousand dollar bill
F                                                                                                                                      G  
Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in Santa Barbara
                  Dm                                    G                                      Dm                                                                                         G  
I have fifteen hundred dollars and the good luck of your picture framed in gold
F                                                                                                                                                              G  
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo Del Cielo
                        Dm                                 G                              F                                         G                              C  
And then I'll return to buy the land Villa stole from father long ago
verse 4
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Now the moon has gone to hiding and the lantern light spills shadows on a fighting sand
                     G                                                                                                                                            C  
Where a wicked black named Zorro faces Gallo del Cielo in the night
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But Carlos Zaragoza fears the tiny crack that runs across his rooster's beak
                  G                                                                      F                                         G                                 C  
And he fears he has lost the fifty thousand dollars riding on the fight
F                                                                                                                                      G  
Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in Santa Clara
                        Dm                                 G                            Dm                                                                                         G  
Yes, the money's on the table, I am holding to your good luck framed in gold
          F                                                                                                                                                            G  
And everything we've dreamed of is riding on the spurs of Del Cielo
                                Dm                                 G                              F                                         G                              C  
I pray that I'll return to buy the land Villa stole from father long ago
Verse 5
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Then the signal it was given, and the cocks rose together far above the sand
        G                                                                                                                         C  
El Gallo del Cielo sunk a gaff into Zorro's shiny breast
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They were separated quickly but they rose and fought each other thirty-seven times
                     G                                                                 F                                            G                                    C  
And the legends say that everyone agreed that del Cielo fought the best
Verse 6
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Then the screams of Zaragoza filled the night outside the town of Santa Clara
                  G                                                                                                                                         C  
As the beak of del Cielo lay broken like a shell within his hand
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And they say that Zaragoza screamed a curse upon the bones of Pancho Villa
             G                                                                                 F                            G                                      C  
When Zorro rose up one last time and drove del Cielo through the sand
F                                                                                                                                            G  
Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in San Francisco
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