Silverado

He had a silver tongue that tasted like whisky

And his soul was black and bankrupt and empty

I could have swore when we were dancing

He had at least eight hands and

When he smiled I felt the brush

Of Hell's angels wings

Oh Silverado

It was a one night desperado

At the Motel El Dorado

Oh Silverado

He drove a Cadillac black coup de ville

He didn't say much but had a stare I could feel

Deep down in the sinning part of me

And sent spinning

My heart and the devil made a deal

Oh Silverado

It was a one-night desperado

At the Motel El Dorado

Oh Silverado

And when the morning came

My head ached

And I squinted through the red

My money was gone

And I was alone

In that motel bed

Oh Silverado

It was a one-night desperado

At the Motel El Dorado

Oh Silverado