Capo 4th Fret

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Wild as a coastal barranca, swift as the wind blowinā free
     Am                             G
With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night
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Somewhere up there heās waitinā for me
    Am                       G             F                       E
And he knows that Iām cominā for him, And I just canāt rest Ītil I find
     Am                        G
That raven black stallion that wears no manās brand
       F                         E
with a wild restless spirit like mine

Chorus
Am                      G                                Am
They call him Caballo Diablo, half horse half devil they say
Am                  G           F         G       Am
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
    Am                            G
But each met his fate when those flashinā black hooves
        F                        E
brought death ĪNeath the Mexican sun
Am                          G              F                         E
Still I canāt leave, I must find him,  You fool of a horse canāt you
see?
  Am                        G
F                        E
I may be half man, but the other halfās devil, And youāre just exactly
like me

Chorus

Am                          G          F             E
Even the breeze has stopped movinā all hush now, be still,
Am                       G
Donāt make a sound stay close to the ground
           F                     E
ĪCuz heās waitinā just over that hill
Am                         G             F                          E
Down wind behind him move quickly, do it fast now, heās startinā to stir

       Am                    G
Grab a handful of mane, then up on to his back,
    F                              E
And start rakinā him down with my spurs
    Am                       G           F                    E
But try as he will he canāt shake me as over the precipice we go
   Am                       G                      F              E
To shed the life blood of a horse and a man on the rocky sierra below

Chorus