The Legend Of Chavo Guerrero

Born down in el paso where the tumbleweeds blow

To the middleweight champ of all of mexico

Dad fought many bloody battles and raised four sons

Chavo was the oldest one

Old man gory could pop like a live grenade

Raised his boys in the way of the trade

Hector and mando, young eddie g

Chavo meant the most to me

Look high

It's my last hope

Chavo guerrero

Coming off the top rope

He came from texas seeking fortune and fame

Rose pretty quickly to the top of his game

Defender of the downtrodden, king of the hill

Tag-team champion with al madril

Before a black and white tv in the middle of the night

I'm lying on the floor, I'm bathed in blue light

With the telecast in spanish, I can understand some

And I need justice in my life, here it comes

Red shoes dugan

Holding his arm high all out of breath

I hated all of chavo's enemies

I would pray nightly for their death

Descending like fire

On the people who deserved it most

Almost completely unknown

Outside of texas and the west coast

He was my hero back when I was a kid

You let me down but chavo never once did

You called him names to try to get beneath my skin

Now your ashes are scattered on the wind

I heard his son got famous, he went nationwide

Coast-to-coast with his dad by his side

I don't know if that's true but I've been told

It's real sweet to grow old