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.