Del Gato

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My name is Del Gato born close to 
the border
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from white blood and red blood I 
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came
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I travel the saddle I follow the 
cattle
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Far out on the range where they 
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graze

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And I just ride in from a hard 
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south western drive
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My lips parched and bloodied
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My face torn by sand storms and 
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pride

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Royalty riches and inner bred 
ditches
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Was the brew that I drank as a child
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So rebellious a lover Don Juan as a 
my cover
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They die cast my type called me wild

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And I just ride in from a hard 
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southwestern drive
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The hanging tree is waiting for me
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 to arrive

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Structured political our children 
they ridiculed
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They teach them of sins and to lie
Their schools built by fools but by 
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breaking the rules
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Like a fox I am forced now to hide

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And I just ride in from a hard 
            A
south western drive
   E
My lips parched and bloodied
   D                           
My face torn by sand storms and 
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pride

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Now the pepper tree spreads taking 
Bm
many mans heads
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But the one they would want most is
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 mine
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To the mission I go in San Juan and 
I kneel
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And I pray for the love of my life

       E                  D       
And I just ride in from a hard 
            A
south western drive
   E
My lips parched and bloodied
   D                           
My face torn by sand storms and 
 A
pride

A     E                   D
And I just ride in from a hard 
                  A
southwestern drive
    E               D             
The hanging tree is waiting for me
      A
 to arrive

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