The Legend of Chavo Guerrero
Born down in El Paso, where the tumbleweeds blow
To the middleweight champ of all of Mexico
Dad fought many bloody battles, and he raised four sons
Chavo was the oldest one
Old man Gory could pop, like a live grenade
Raised his boys in the way of the trade
Hector and Mando, young Eddy G
Chavo meant the most to me
Look high, it's my last hope
Chavo Guerrero, coming off the top rope
He came from Texas seeking fortune and fame
Rose pretty quickly to the top of the game
Defender of the downtrodden, king of the hill
Tag team champion with Al Madril
Before a black-and-white TV in the middle of the night
I'm lying on the floor, I'm bathed in blue light
The telecast's in Spanish, I can understand some
And I need justice in my life, here it comes
Look high, it's my last hope
Chavo Guerrero, coming off the top rope
Red Shoes Dugan, holding his arm high all out of breath
I hated all of Chavo's enemies, I would pray nightly for their death
Descending like fire on the people who deserved it most
Almost completely unknown outside of Texas and on the West Coast
He was my hero back when I was a kid
You let me down but Chavo never once did
You called him names to try to get beneath my skin
Now your ashes are scattered on the wind
I heard his son got famous and he went nationwide
Coast to coast, with his dad by his side
I don't know if that's true, but I've been told
It's real sweet to grow old
Look high, it's my last hope
Chavo Guerrero, coming off the top rope