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