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.