Eleazar Del Fierro

In 1950, August was rolling on
Eleazar Del Fierro is dead
The cops took him down

They came from Matamoros
Trying to disarm him
Eleazar had a feeling
They were out to kill him

Eleazar had already said
Before things got crazy
They’ll have to kill me first
Before they take my gun

Juan Osuna was the name
Of the one who in that bad hour
Shot him down with bullets
From a machine gun

Eleazar, seeing he was hit
Just laughed at what went down
Cowards like that are men
They should’ve faced him fair

Juan knew that by the book
They couldn’t shoot him first
'Cause Eleazar was a man
Who didn’t know of fear

After the gunfight
From that brutal hour
His soul went to rest
With God’s justice now

Royal eagle, you flew high
Don’t tire of your flight
Go tell La Piedra
They killed Eleazar