Lyrics:

Old silver died last Saturday evenin'

Or was it more like ten years ago

She nailed two dozen roses to the top of his coffin

And buried'em deep where they never would grow

Lord she buried'em deep where they never would grow



Now the Irish are funny, they'll cry when they have to

And the lady she moaned such a mournful sound

Me and the Mexican just finished the bottle

And remembered the days when Old Silver was around

Yeah remembered the days when Old Silver was around



'Cause Old Silver took the best of it with him

The lovers and the dealers and the dreamers of dreams

And Old Silver took the love of a lady

Who never got over Old Silver and me

Lord she never got over Old Silver and me



Old Silver had the magic and he carried the money

With the grace of a gambler and he lost it with ease

And he knew his lines better than any good carny barker

Wore the best damn boots that you ever have seen

He had the best snake-skin boots that you ever have seen



Now the lady she loved him and she never asked questions

Though she laid awake wonderin' on many a night

She swore she was leavin' most every mornin'

But she always would kiss him when he turned out the lights

She was always right there when he turned out the lights



CHORUS



Now there's always a sidekick in every B-western

Who's always in love with a lady who leaves

But she can't stand the memory so I really don't blame her

For taking the very first Greyhound she'd seen

But god I hate her for takin' the first Greyhound she'd seen



CHORUS



Old Silver died last Saturday evenin'

Or was it more like ten years ago