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"