re: Favorite songs that mention El Diablo

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"Well, I'll take two shots," said the Devil to the man
And laid a little book on the bar
Well Lord knows the Devil, he only talks shite
And only drinks whiskey from the jar

And his hands were raw
And his eyes were cold
And his breath was pure alcohol
And the sound of his voice, it never got old

And he talked and talked and talked and talked
Kept sipping his shine until the morning light
Tumbled in through the shades and as he started to go
I put three bullets in his back

Well, the Devil's bleeding crude oil from a hole in his chest
And it's panging on the bedpan, dripping through the bedsheets
And all the businessmen are putting pails beneath his wounds
And pawning the oil at the market

Well, his heart ain't made of nothing but piss and vinegar
And his boots have trampled more than you would know
And his breath has split open the thermometer on the sill
It's so fricking cold here since you brought in the snow

Black heart leaking oil in the pan
Dealing insults with his free hand
In this hospital bed bleeding
Black heart, you shot the plan to hell
And the apathy ate you up inside

Black heart leaking oil in the pan
Dealing insults with his free hand
In this hospital bed bleeding
Black heart, you shot the plan to hell
And the apathy ate you up inside

Like slivers of lead inside your food, he's the poison inside you
And you eat until you're full and you eat until you're full
He lit the fires inside your belly full of medicine and whiskey
The aspirin, Valium, codeine pills, and silver rum

Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the Devil out
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the Devil out
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house

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Sympathy for the Devil - Rolling Stones

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"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

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