Wild as a coastal barronca swift as the wind blowing free
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With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night
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Somewhere up there he's waiting for me
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And he knows that I'm coming' for him and I just can't rest till I find
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That raven black stallion that wears no man's brand with a wild restless spirit like mine
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They call him Caballo Diablo half-horse half-devil they say
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Caballo Diablo the outlaw up a top the Sierra Madre
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Two men before tried to take him they had their chance one by one
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But each met his fate when those flashing' black hooves
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Brought death 'neath the Mexican sun
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Still I can't leave I must find him you fool of a horse can't you see
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Well I may be half man but the other half's devil and you're just exactly like me
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They call him Caballo Diablo...
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Even the breezes stopped moving hush now be still
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Don't make a sound stay close to the ground cause he's waitin' just over that hill
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Downwind behind him move quickly do it fast now he's starting to stir
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Grab a handful of mane and up on to his back
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And start raking him down with your spurs
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But try as he will he can't shake me as over the precipice we go
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To shed the life blood of a horse and a man on the rocky sierra below
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They call him Caballo Diablo...
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Caballo Diablo
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Chris LeDoux |