El Diablo

Did you ever hear the story That happened not long ago 'bout the man with a tan: El diablo de Mexico? And this man played his hand And he lived by the luck of the draw; Now and then and again, Found him steppin' outside of the law Hey, hey! And his fortune he had made let him live high on the hog Til the day of the raid When they hunted him like a dog. He was out on the run, Knowing he could get by, 'Cause the men killed in sin were not there to testify. Hey, hey! He was caught, he was bound In La Casa de Calaboose. He was tried; he was found And readied for the noose. But the break he would make, It didn't turn out so well. And the hombre called "Diablo" Bid his last farewell.