He had eyes that flashed with evil,

Where he came from no one knew,

He had hands like blocks of granite,

That could rip a man in two.

In his mouth of toughened leather

He’d a tooth of solid gold,

Which he’d pulled from some prospector

In the gold rush days of old.

Where he walked nobody followed,

When he called nobody came,

He struck fear throughout Nevada -

El Diablo was his name.

He had killed a dozen lawmen

In the towns where he had been,

And a dozen more lay resting

‘Neath the dust and sand between.

With his gun hand always ready,

Only fools would dare to draw,

Like a whirlwind he’d dispatch them

To the undertaker’s door.

With a heart as black as midnight,

Without conscience, fear or shame,

He struck fear throughout Nevada -

El Diablo was his name.

He was cruel to those who met him,

Never smiled or paid his way,

And with eyes that burned with menace

He struck fear into his prey.

When he played a hand of poker

He made sure he always won,

And for those who didn’t like it

He’d convince them with his gun.

Every time a life was taken

There was just one man to blame,

He struck fear throughout Nevada -

El Diablo was his name.