Silverado

As a young man I was raised by men of the cloth

and I was tought to judge men equal and not to find their faults

until one day I witnessed a tragic thing

the men lay on the church steps, slain

and when the smoke cleared a tall man holstered his gun

the bright day ended and a cloud did cover the sun

I found hate in my heart that I'd never known before

I'll see this man hang and if that's the one thing that I know for sure

Silverado you'll hang by the hangman's tree and you'll die in misery

His face remained in my eyes as I grew through the years

I practiced shooting every day while trying to hold back the tears

I travelled through Oklahoma and Texas to the Rio Grande

knowing when I met Silverado the Lord would steady my hand

Silverado you'll hang by the hangman's tree and you'll die in misery

Then the day came I dreamed of for years

Silverado stood before me and my heart it pounded in fear

as he turned and saw my eyes he knew why I'd come

and without a flick of the eyes he went for his gun

and as I caused a fight tears come to my eyes

when he collapsed before me I dropped my gun an sighed

Silverado you'll hang by the hangman's tree and you'll die in misery