Chris LeDoux

Wild as a coastal barranca, swift as the wind blowinâ free
With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night
Somewhere up there heâs waitinâ for me
And he knows that Iâm cominâ for him, And I just canât rest Îtil I find
That raven black stallion that wears no manâs brand
with a wild restless spirit like mine
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They call him Caballo Diablo, half horse half devil they say
Caballo Diablo, the outlaw up a top the Sierra Madre
Two men before tried to take him, they had their chance one by one
But each met his fate when those flashinâ black hooves
brought death ÎNeath the Mexican sun
Still I canât leave, I must find him, You fool of a horse canât you
see?
I may be half man, but the other halfâs devil, And youâre just exactly
like me
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Even the breeze has stopped movinâ all hush now, be still,
Donât make a sound stay close to the ground
ÎCuz heâs waitinâ just over that hill
Down wind behind him move quickly, do it fast now, heâs startinâ to stir
Grab a handful of mane, then up on to his back,
And start rakinâ him down with my spurs
But try as he will he canât shake me as over the precipice we go
To shed the life blood of a horse and a man on the rocky sierra below
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