The Cockfight

[Intro]
Fowler's the name
Stew Fowler
I'm a rooster
Fightin's my racket
Cock fightin'

[Verse 1]
I came all the way from Texas 'cross the burnin' sand
To wet my feathers in the Rio Grande
I've hobbled for miles through Mexico
I've come to kill a big rooster called Rojo
(Doin' it all for chicken feed) *clucking*

[Verse 2]
For a country red, Rojo's wild
His fame is spread for many a mile
The hens all cackle when Rojo's around
But Stew Fowler's here to put Big Red down
(I'll give 'em chickens somethin' to cackle about) *clucking*

[Verse 3]
It's mid-afternoon as I stand in the street
Of the Spanish town called Los Leghorn's Retreat
At the end of the row a cantina stands
(Ain't nothin' but a chicken coop) *clucking*
It's plainly the haunt of an outlaw band

[Verse 4]
The sign on the front reads "El Grande Nesto"
And it's there I know, I'll find my foe, the fabled Rojo
(I can hear fowl language comin' out of that honky-tonk) *clucking*
I strut down the street, the cock of the walk
I crow for Big Red to come out and talk

[Verse 5]
Through the swingin' doors of the Grande Nesto
His head erect and his tail feathers low, steps Rojo
(I can tell he's a really bad egg) *clucking*
His spurs are long, and his eyes are green *clucking*
An uglier cock I've never seen *clucking*
He learned to be tough while he's in the pen
But I know his weakness, hens and gin

[Verse 6]
Then out of that honky tonk and up to Rojo's side *clucking*
Steps the prettiest little dancehall cackler in the West
Roostie Nuster, the southern-fried feather duster
(Gosh, she's pretty)
I'd like to run my hands through that red comb of hers *clucking*

[Verse 7]
Rojo comes at me in a long, lanky run
Some people gather round to watch the fun
Bird to bird, beak to beak
I face Rojo, and my heart gets weak
I crow and strut, and I jump about
Then I take off, and I run 'cause I done chickened out *cackling*