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 came
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I travel the saddle I follow the cattle
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Far out on the range where they graze

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And I just ride in from a hard south western drive
   E
My lips parched and bloodied
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My face torn by sand storms and 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 southwestern drive
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The hanging tree is waiting for me to arrive

Break - A D A  E\AA E\AA . . .

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Structured political our children they ridiculed
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They teach them of sins and to lie
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Their schools built by fools but by 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 south western drive
   E
My lips parched and bloodied
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My face torn by sand storms and pride

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Now the pepper tree spreads taking many mans heads
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But the one they would want most is 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

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

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

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