The Cockfight

Fowler's the name

Stew Fowler!

I'm a rooster

Fightin's my racket

Cock fightin'

I came all the way from Texas across the burnin' sand

To wet my feathers in the Rio Grande

I've hobbled for miles through Mexico

I've come to kill a big rooster called Rojo

Doin' it all for chicken feed

For a country red, Rojo's wild

His fame is spread for many a mile

The hens all cackle when Rojo's around

But Stew Fowler's here to put Big Red down

I'll give them chickens somethin' to cackle about!

It's mid afternoon as I stand in the street

Of this Spanish town called Los Leghorn's Retreat

At the end of the row a canteena stands

Ain't nothin' but a chicken coop

It's plainly the haunt of an outlaw band

The sign in the front reads

La Grande de Nesto

And it's there I know

I'll find my foe, the fabled Rojo

I can hear fowl language

Comin' out of that honky tonk

I've strut down the street, the cock of the walk

I crow for Big Red to come out and talk

Through the swingin' doors

Of the Grande de Nesto

His head erect

And his tail feathers low, steps Rojo!

I can tell he's a really bad egg

His spurs are long and his eyes are green

An uglier cock I've never seen

He learned to be tough while he's in the pen

But I know his weakness, hens and gin

Then out of that honky tonk and up to Rojo's side

Steps the prettiest little dance hall cackler in the West

Bluestie Nuster

The southern fried feather duster

Gosh she's pretty

I'd like to run my hands through that red comb of hers

Rojo comes at me in a long lanky run

Some people gathers round to watch the fun

Bird to bird and beak to beak

I face Rojo, and my heart gets weak

I crow and strut and I jump about

And then I take off and I run

'Cause I done chickened out