Del Gato

My name is Del Gato born close to the border

Of white blood and red blood I came

I travel the saddle, I follow the cattle

Down on the range where they graze

And I just ride in from a hard southwestern drive

My lips parched and bloody, my face torn by sand storms and pride

Royalties riches and inter-bred bitches

Was the brew that I drank as a child

So rebellious a lover, Don Juan as my cover

They die-cast my type called me wild

And I just ride in from a hard southwestern drive

The hanging tree is waiting for me to arrive

Structured political our children they ridicule

They teach them of sins and to lie

Their schools built by fools but by breaking their rules

Like a fox I am forced now to hide

And I just ride in from a hard southwestern drive

My lips parched and bloody, my face torn by sand storms and pride

The peppertree spreads taking many men's heads

But the one they would want most is mine

To the mission I go, in San Juan I kneel

And I pray for the love of my life

And I just ride in from a hard southwestern drive

The hanging tree is waiting for me to arrive