Del Gato Songtext
von Carla Olson & Gene Clark
Del Gato Songtext
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 bloodied
My face torn by sand storms and pride
Loyalties, riches and inner bred ditches
Was the brew that I drank as a child
So rebellious a lover, Don Juan as my cover
They dye-cast my type, called me wild
And I just ride in from a hard southwestern drive
The hangin′ tree is waitin' for me to arrive
Structured political, our children they′ve ridiculed
They teach them of sins and to lie
Their school's built by fools, but by breaking the rules
Like a fox, I am forced now to hide
And I just ride in from a hard southwestern drive
My lips parched and bloodied
My face torn by sand storms and pride
The pepper tree spreads takin' many man′s heads
But the one they would want most is mine
To the mission I go, in San Juan, and I kneel
And I pray for the love of my life
And I just ride in from a hard southwestern drive
The hangin′ tree is waitin' for me to arrive
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 bloodied
My face torn by sand storms and pride
Loyalties, riches and inner bred ditches
Was the brew that I drank as a child
So rebellious a lover, Don Juan as my cover
They dye-cast my type, called me wild
And I just ride in from a hard southwestern drive
The hangin′ tree is waitin' for me to arrive
Structured political, our children they′ve ridiculed
They teach them of sins and to lie
Their school's built by fools, but by breaking the rules
Like a fox, I am forced now to hide
And I just ride in from a hard southwestern drive
My lips parched and bloodied
My face torn by sand storms and pride
The pepper tree spreads takin' many man′s heads
But the one they would want most is mine
To the mission I go, in San Juan, and I kneel
And I pray for the love of my life
And I just ride in from a hard southwestern drive
The hangin′ tree is waitin' for me to arrive
Writer(s): Gene Clark, George Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com