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.
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