| Song | Caballo Diablo |
| Artist | Chris LeDoux |
| Album | One Road Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Daniels | |
| Wild as a coastal barronca swift as the wind blowing free | |
| With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night | |
| Somewhere up there he's waiting for me | |
| And he knows that I'm coming' for him and I just can't rest till I find | |
| That raven black stallion that wears no man's brand with a wild restless spirit like mine | |
| 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 flashing' black hooves | |
| Brought death 'neath the Mexican sun | |
| Still I can't leave I must find him you fool of a horse can't you see | |
| Well I may be half man but the other half's devil and you're just exactly like me | |
| They call him Caballo Diablo... | |
| Even the breezes stopped moving hush now be still | |
| Don't make a sound stay close to the ground cause he's waitin' just over that hill | |
| Downwind behind him move quickly do it fast now he's starting to stir | |
| Grab a handful of mane and up on to his back | |
| And start raking him down with your spurs | |
| But try as he will he can't shake me as over the precipice we go | |
| To shed the life blood of a horse and a man on the rocky sierra below | |
| They call him Caballo Diablo... |
| zuo ci : Daniels | |
| Wild as a coastal barronca swift as the wind blowing free | |
| With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night | |
| Somewhere up there he' s waiting for me | |
| And he knows that I' m coming' for him and I just can' t rest till I find | |
| That raven black stallion that wears no man' s brand with a wild restless spirit like mine | |
| They call him Caballo Diablo halfhorse halfdevil 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 flashing' black hooves | |
| Brought death ' neath the Mexican sun | |
| Still I can' t leave I must find him you fool of a horse can' t you see | |
| Well I may be half man but the other half' s devil and you' re just exactly like me | |
| They call him Caballo Diablo... | |
| Even the breezes stopped moving hush now be still | |
| Don' t make a sound stay close to the ground cause he' s waitin' just over that hill | |
| Downwind behind him move quickly do it fast now he' s starting to stir | |
| Grab a handful of mane and up on to his back | |
| And start raking him down with your spurs | |
| But try as he will he can' t shake me as over the precipice we go | |
| To shed the life blood of a horse and a man on the rocky sierra below | |
| They call him Caballo Diablo... |
| zuò cí : Daniels | |
| Wild as a coastal barronca swift as the wind blowing free | |
| With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night | |
| Somewhere up there he' s waiting for me | |
| And he knows that I' m coming' for him and I just can' t rest till I find | |
| That raven black stallion that wears no man' s brand with a wild restless spirit like mine | |
| They call him Caballo Diablo halfhorse halfdevil 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 flashing' black hooves | |
| Brought death ' neath the Mexican sun | |
| Still I can' t leave I must find him you fool of a horse can' t you see | |
| Well I may be half man but the other half' s devil and you' re just exactly like me | |
| They call him Caballo Diablo... | |
| Even the breezes stopped moving hush now be still | |
| Don' t make a sound stay close to the ground cause he' s waitin' just over that hill | |
| Downwind behind him move quickly do it fast now he' s starting to stir | |
| Grab a handful of mane and up on to his back | |
| And start raking him down with your spurs | |
| But try as he will he can' t shake me as over the precipice we go | |
| To shed the life blood of a horse and a man on the rocky sierra below | |
| They call him Caballo Diablo... |