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As a young man |
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I was raised by men of the cloth and |
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I was tought to judge men equal and not to find their faults until one day |
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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 |
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I found hate in my heart that |
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I'd never known before |
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I'll see this man hang and if that's the one thing that |
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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 |
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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 |
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Oklahoma and |
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Texas to the |
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Rio Grande knowing when |
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I met Silverado the |
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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 |
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I dreamed of for years |
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Silverado stood before me and my heart it pounded in fear as he turned and saw my eyes he knew why |
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I'd come and without a flick of the eyes he went for his gun and as |
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I caused a fight tears come to my eyes when he collapsed before me |
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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 |
