Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs – The Cockfight (Guitar)

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  Fowler's the name

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Stew Fowler

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I'm a rooster

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Fightin's my racket

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Cock fightin'

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I came all the way from Texas 'cross the burnin' sand

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To wet my feathers in the Rio Grande

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I've hobbled for miles through Mexico

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I've come to kill a big rooster called Rojo

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For a country red, Rojo's wild

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His fame is spread for many a mile

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The hens all cackle when Rojo's around

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But Stew Fowler's here to put Big Red down

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(I'll give 'em chickens somethin' to cackle about)

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It's mid-afternoon as I stand in the street

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Of the Spanish town called Los Leghorn's Retreat

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At the end of the row a cantina stands

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(Ain't nothin' but a chicken coop)

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It's plainly the haunt of an outlaw band

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The sign on the front reads "El Grande Nesto"

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And it's there I know, I'll find my foe, the fabled Rojo

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(I can hear fowl language comin' out of that honky-tonk)

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I strut down the street, the cock of the walk

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I crow for Big Red to come out and talk

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Through the swingin' doors of the Grande Nesto

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His head erect and his tail feathers low, steps Rojo

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(I can tell he's a really bad egg)

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His spurs are long, and his eyes are green

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An uglier cock I've never seen

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He learned to be tough while he's in the pen

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But I know his weakness, hens and gin

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Then out of that honky tonk and up to Rojo's side

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Steps the prettiest little dancehall cackler in the West

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Roostie Nuster, the southern-fried feather duster

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(Gosh, she's pretty)

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I'd like to run my hands through that red comb of hers

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Rojo comes at me in a long, lanky run

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Some people gather round to watch the fun

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Bird to bird, beak to beak

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I face Rojo, and my heart gets weak

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I crow and strut, and I jump about

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Then I take off, and I run 'cause I done chickened out