Albino (Pink-Eyed Stallion) - Marvin Rainwater

In Arizona’s desert lores a legend goes about a horse the champion of a lawless

breed the favored one, the Devil’s steed

who by some strange chance was free.

That albino pink eyed stallion, born to the Devil in a lake of fire

Bred with an introvert desire and

His eyes at night are ablaze

With a burning fire…

At night in the canyon all alone I’ve heard the Devil call his own,

and it made my blood stream freeze.

But pleading for his wayward steed is all

in vain, 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 hopes, you have no gold, you have no dreams to ease your soul.

And yet you laugh at me.

That albino pink-eyed stallion.

Born to the Devil in a lake of fire

Bred with an introvert desire and

His eyes at night are ablaze

With a burning fire…

Without a gold, 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 renounce my fight

'til he belongs to me.

That albino pink-eyed stallion.

Born to the Devil in a lake of fire

Bred with an introvert desire and

His eyes at night are ablaze

With a burning fire…