THE ALBINO

In Arizona's desert lores
The legend goes about a horse,
The champion of a lawless breed,
The favoured one, the devil's steed,
Who by some strange chance was freed.

CHORUS: That albino, pink-eyed stallion,
Born of the devil in the lake of fire,
Bred with an introvert desire,
His eyes at night are ablaze with a burning fire.

At night in the canyons all alone,
I've heard the devil call his own,
And it made my bloodstream freeze.
But pleadin' for this wayward steed,
Is all in vain, in vain indeed,
For free he aims to be.

You drunks and gamblers laugh at me.
You sweat for gold and spend it free,
With eyes too blind to see.
You have no hope. You have no goal.
You have no dreams to ease your soul,
And yet you laugh at me. CHORUS

Without a goal, no man is whole.
Without a dream, there is no soul,
And stagnant he will be.
I'll sleep by day. I'll search by night.
I'll not renunciate my fight
Till he belongs to me. CHORUS

This was recorded by Marvin Rainwater in 1953 or 1954. The sound of the stallion neighing is done with his own voice -- an eerie effect!
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Changed from all caps. --JoeClone, 9-Sep-02.