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