[Strophe]
            D 
He looked down into her brown eyes, 
                             A 
And said, "Say a prayer for me". 
          A7 
And she threw her arms around him, 
                               D 
Whispered, "God will keep us free". 
 D 
They could hear the riders coming, 
                            G 
He said, "This is my last fight. 
                              D 
And if they take me back to Texas, 
             A            D 
They won't take me back alive".
[Refrain]
             D 
There were Seven Spanish Angels, 
                     A 
At the Altar of the Sun. 
            A7 
They were praying for the lovers, 
                      D 
In the Valley of the Gun. 
 D 
And when the battle stopped, and the smoke cleared, 
                              G 
There was thunder from the Throne. 
                       D 
And the Seven Spanish Angels, 
         A           D 
Took another Angel home.
[Strophe]
              D 
She reached down and picked the gun up, 
                          A 
That lay smoking in his hand. 
             A7 
She said, "Father, please forgive me, 
                            D 
I can't make it without my man". 
 D 
And she knew the gun was empty, 
                            G 
And she knew she could not win. 
                           D 
But her final prayer was answered, 
           A             D 
When the rifles fired again.
[Refrain]
             D 
There were Seven Spanish Angels, 
                     A 
At the Altar of the Sun. 
            A7 
They were praying for the lovers, 
                      D 
In the Valley of the Gun. 
 D 
And when the battle stopped, and the smoke cleared, 
                              G 
There was thunder from the Throne. 
                       D 
And the Seven Spanish Angels, 
         A           D 
Took another Angel home.