Pony Deal – The Devil Still Rides | Outlaw Country Ballad

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Ride into the shadows of the Wild West with “Pony Deal” — a haunting outlaw country ballad echoing the legacy of gunslingers, broken oaths, and frontier blood. From the Lincoln County War to the gun smoke of the O.K. Corral, this cinematic track follows the dark path of Charles “Pony” Deal, a man who rode with legends but lived in the margins. Dusty guitars, raw vocals, and a ghostly chorus bring his forgotten name back to life. Saddle up and press play. The devil still rides...

00:00:00 - Pony Deal's Origins and Early Life
00:01:12 - A Rustler's Path and Encounters with Billy the Kid
00:02:05 - County Wars and Life on the Frontier
00:03:00 - Curly Bill and Final Days
00:03:55 - A Toast to Pony Deal

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Pony Deal – The Devil Still Rides | Outlaw Country Ballad
LYRICS:

I was born on the banks where the Rock Island runs,
Mama called me Charles, but I chose the gun.
They named me Pony Deal out in New Mexico,
Where lawmen ride hard, and the hard ones never go slow.
Kinney’s boys were my brothers, trouble was our game,
We lit up the Dona Ana sky, left it burnin’ with our name.
New Year’s Eve in Las Cruces, whiskey and blood on the floor,
Thrown out from the saloon — we kicked down that door.

Ain’t no legend in the dime-store tales,
No hero where the lonesome trails wail.
Just a shadow riding right and wrong,
With dust on my spurs, I’m gone.
When the smoke clears in the canyon’s call,
And names are carved where the mighty fall —
You’ll sing of Billy and Wyatt’s zeal,
But the devil still rides with Pony Deal.

My pa was a preacher, swore I’d walk the line,
But a rustler’s rope fit this soul of mine.
The Rio Grande whispered freedom’s cruel song,
So I left that cross for a life long gone.
Jesse Evans called my number, said, “Boy, let’s ride a spell,”
With Billy the Kid and the Lincoln wind, we raised a little hell.
But Billy turned soft, left us at the line,
I stayed with outlaws — ‘cause the good life ain’t mine.

Ain’t no legend in the dime-store tales,
No hero where the lonesome trails wail.
Just a shadow riding right and wrong,
With dust on my spurs, I’m gone.
When the smoke clears in the canyon’s call,
And names are carved where the mighty fall —
You’ll sing of Billy and Wyatt’s zeal,
But the devil still rides with Pony Deal.

I saw Tunstall fall — sparked a county war,
The Regulators hunted, but we evened the score.
Through Mesilla’s dust, where Apache eyes glow,
I rode with the damned, where the wild winds blow.
When the smoke rose from Lincoln, I drifted out west,
Joined the Clantons and Cowboys, put my iron to the test.
No preacher’s prayer could save my soul then,
Just a loaded six-gun and the blood of lost men.

Ain’t no legend in the dime-store tales,
No hero where the lonesome trails wail.
Just a shadow riding right and wrong,
With dust on my spurs, I’m gone.
When the smoke clears in the canyon’s call,
And names are carved where the mighty fall —
You’ll sing of Billy and Wyatt’s zeal,
But the devil still rides with Pony Deal.

I rode with Curly Bill, heard O.K.’s thunder crack,
Stole mules from Army wagons — never once looked back.
The night held its breath when my iron spoke loud,
Earp’s grudge on my trail, his shadow a cloud.
They say I shot O’Rourke for Ringo’s last ride,
Hauled to Santa Fe, where four walls bruised my pride.
I broke free in the dark, but fate turned me cold —
Still I walked out in ‘87, with no story left untold.

Ain’t no legend in the dime-store tales,
No hero where the lonesome trails wail.
Just a shadow riding right and wrong,
With dust on my spurs, I’m gone.
When the smoke clears in the canyon’s call,
And names are carved where the mighty fall —
You’ll sing of Billy and Wyatt’s zeal,
But hell still rides in the tracks of Pony Deal.

So if you’re drifting where the tumbleweeds wheel,
Raise a glass to the ghost of Pony Deal.
Here’s to the outlaws, their stories retold,
To the fire in their hearts — never bound, never sold.
In the heart of the West, where the wild winds moan,
Pony Deal’s shadow still rides alone.
Through dust and dusk, where the legends all roam,
His name rolls soft in the canyon’s low drone.

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🎵 Lyrics by: Borna Cuk
🎶 Music & Voice: AI Generated

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