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Wild as a coastal boranca, swift as the wind blowin' 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 waitin' for me |
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And he knows that I'm coming for him |
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I just can't rest 'til I find |
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That raven black stallion, who wears no man's brand |
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With a wild restless spirit like mine |
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They call him Caballo Diablo |
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Half horse and half devil they say |
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Caballo Diablo the outlaw |
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Of the blanca Sierra Madre |
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Two men before tried to take him |
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They had their chance one by one |
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But each met his fate when those flashin' 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 |
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You fool of a horse can't you see |
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I may be half man, but the other half's devil |
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And you're just exactly like me |
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They call him Caballo Diablo |
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Half horse and half devil they say |
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Caballo Diablo the outlaw |
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Of the blanca Sierra Madre |
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Even the breeze has stopped movin' |
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Hush now - be still |
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Don't make a sound and stay close to the ground |
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Cause he's waitin' just over that hill |
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Downwind behind him move quickly |
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Do it fast now, he's startin' to stir |
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Grab a hand full of mane and up onto his back |
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And start breaking him down with my spurs |
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But try as he will he can't shake me |
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As over the preface we go |
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To spill the lifes blood of a horse and a man |
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On the rocky Sierra below |
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They call him Caballo Diablo |
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Half horse and half devil they say |
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Caballo Diablo the outlaw |
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Of the blanca Sierra Madre |
