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As a young man

I was raised by men of the clothand

I was tought to judge men equal and not to find their faultsuntil one day

I witnessed a tragic thingthe men lay on the church steps, slainand when the smoke cleared a tall man holstered his gunthe 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 treeand 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 Grandeknowing when

I met Silverado the

Lord would steady my hand

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

Then the day came

I dreamed of for years

Silverado stood before me and my heart it pounded in fearas he turned and saw my eyes he knew why

I'd comeand without a flick of the eyes he went for his gunand as

I caused a fight tears come to my eyeswhen he collapsed before me

I dropped my gun an sighed

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