In the crystal ball
 The gypsy sees the villa
 The riders on the hill
 The fire in the fields
 She sees the mission bell
 Swinging in the silence
 Now the shooting starts
 The bullets pierce the hearts
 The seqoritas crying at the well.
 
 Up in the Gold Hotel
 The money hits the table
 The heavies all are there
 That's why the deal's goin' down
 Beautiful women all dressed in
 Diamonds and sable
 Down upon the street
 Beside a garbage heap
 A Mariachi band begins to play.
 
 Somewhere a blues guitar
 Plays echoes in the alleyway
 The Tijuana dawn
 Claims another day
 The golden sun
 Rises on the runway
 The pilot understands
 The money changes hands
 Inside the jet the briefcase snaps. Goodbye.
 
 In Eldorado town
 There lives a great bullfighter
 His eyes are screaming blue
 His hair is red as blood
 And when the gate goes up
 The crowd gets so excited
 And he comes dancin' out
 Dressed in gold lami
 He kills the bull and lives another day.
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