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| Wild as a coastal bar | ranca, | swift as the wind blowinâ | free |
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| With | two eyes like fire brands that | glow in the night |
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| Somewhere | up there heâs waitinâ fo | r me |
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| And | he knows that Iâm cominà | ¢ for him, And | I just canât rest Ãti | l I find |
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| That | raven black stallion that | wears no manâs brand |
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| with a | wild restless spirit like | mine |
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| They call him Caballo Di | ablo, half horse half devil they | say |
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| Caballo Diablo, the | outlaw up a | top the Si | erra Mad | re |
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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 f | lashinâ black hooves |
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| brought | death ÃNeath the Mexican | sun |
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| Still I canât leave, I must | find him, You | fool of a horse canât yo | u |
| see? |
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| I may be half man, but th | e other halfâs devil, And youâre just exactly |
| like me |
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| Even the breeze has stopped | movinâ all | hush now, be | still, |
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| Donât make a sound stay | close to the ground |
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| ÃCuz heâs | waitinâ just over th | at hill |
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| Down wind behind him move q | uickly, do it | fast now, heâs startinâ t | o stir |
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| Grab a | handful of mane, then | up on to his back, |
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| And | start rakinâ him down with my | spurs |
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| But | try as he will he canât | 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 be | low |
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