As a young man I was raised by men of the cloth
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and I was tought to judge men equal and not to find their faults
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until one day I witnessed a tragic thing
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the men lay on the church steps, slain
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and when the smoke cleared a tall man holstered his gun
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the bright day ended and a cloud did cover the sun
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I found hate in my heart that I'd never known before
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I'll see this man hang and if that's the one thing that I know for sure
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Silverado you'll hang by the hangman's tree and you'll die in misery
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His face remained in my eyes as I grew through the years
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I practiced shooting every day while trying to hold back the tears
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I travelled through Oklahoma and Texas to the Rio Grande
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knowing when I met Silverado the Lord would steady my hand
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Silverado you'll hang by the hangman's tree and you'll die in misery
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Then the day came I dreamed of for years
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Silverado stood before me and my heart it pounded in fear
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as he turned and saw my eyes he knew why I'd come
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and without a flick of the eyes he went for his gun
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and as I caused a fight tears come to my eyes
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when he collapsed before me I dropped my gun an sighed
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Silverado you'll hang by the hangman's tree and you'll die in misery
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Silverado
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| Marshall Tucker Band |
