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