Albino Stallion
Marvin Rainwater Lyrics


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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...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Marvin Rainwater's "Albino Stallion" tell a gripping story of a horse, believed to be the champion of a lawless breed, that was born to the Devil in a lake of fire. The song is set in Arizona's desert where the legend of the striking animal is widely known. The singer's awe of the horse is evident as he describes its features, the most prominent of which is its pink eyes that blaze with a burning fire at night. Despite the Devil's attachment to the horse, it is free-spirited, and the singer tells the story of how he heard the Devil call out for his wayward steed at night, which left him cold.


Line by Line Meaning

In Arizona's desert lores a legend goes about a horse the champion of a lawless breed the favored one, the Devil's steed
There's a story in Arizona's desert about a horse who was the best among a group of lawless horses, he was the Devil's horse.


who by some strange chance was free.
This horse, for some unknown reason, was free to roam.


That albino pink eyed stallion, born to the Devil in a lake of fire
This legendary horse was an albino with pink eyes who was believed to be born to the Devil in a lake of fire.


Bred with an introvert desire and
This horse was bred with a desire to be alone.


His eyes at night are ablaze
This horse's eyes are lit up at night.


With a burning fire...
They seem to be burning with a passion.


At night in the canyon all alone I've heard the Devil call his own, and it made my blood stream freeze.
Late at night in the canyon, I heard the Devil call out to this horse and it gave me a chilling feeling.


But pleading for his wayward steed is all in vain, vain indeed, for free he aims to be.
Trying to get this horse to obey is pointless, he is determined to be free.


You drunks and gamblers laugh at me
People who are drunk and gambling are laughing at me.


You sweat for gold and spend it free
They work hard for money but easily spend it.


With eyes too blind to see.
They're too oblivious to notice what's really happening.


You have no hopes, you have no gold, you have no dreams to ease your soul. And yet you laugh at me.
They have nothing to look forward to, yet still find time to laugh at my dream of capturing this horse.


Without a gold, no man is whole. Without a dream there is no soul and stagnant he will be.
If a person has no ambition or dream, they'll be empty and unfulfilled.


I'll sleep by day, I'll search by night, I'll not renounce my fight 'til he belongs to me.
I won't give up my battle to capture this horse, I'll search for him day and night till I succeed.


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...
The chorus repeats, describing this legendary horse's unique appearance and characteristics.




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Comments from YouTube:

@roxannemoreno2012

Thank you so much for uploading this song!! My dad used to play this on his guitar and it was my favorite song from him. I never knew who sang it originally. It brings back such amazing memories. Lost Dad almost 4 years ago. Now I can listen to this song and smile.

@hennihabeck8502

I Always Liked the music. He was so versitile

@drharmonica

The fringe on his shirt sleeves is getting in to his guitar strings.

@youtubesucks8995

Actually I watched it, and they don’t. He’s strumming old style anyway. Most modern guitarists would probably have a problem though.

@onebajeepguy9709

I love this channel, but i dont like the outtro. When i try to listen at work people ask why we have a crop duster dive bombing us between every song

@izziiebabee

@When The Cowboy Sings Can you repupload this without the outro its my favourite song please

@johnpenney5333

Terrible stuff.

@monsterjamgeneral

why’s that john

@youtubesucks8995

Have we spotted a jazzbo? 😄Sorry he didn’t play every single note on his guitar in under a minute, but I prefer music, not a demonstration.

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