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"