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