Silver Eagle

Well he rides into town on the back of a big silver eagle Strapped to his shoulders are the burdens of staying on top And the lines in his face tell the story of an uphill flight You can tell how he feels day by day by the songs that he writes He's loved by millions somehow he's their prisoner as well As he rides down the road in his ten wheeled aluminum cell Now he lives for the day that the eagle will carry him home 'Cause the glamour is over nearly all of his seeds have been sown Let him go silver eagle there must be a better way to fly For this great American poet who's singing his songs About the everyday working man's life One night on the road just south of the Idyho line We were smoking some contracts and attempting to alter our minds Then just before daylight Hank pushed back his hat and he said "Ah we're puttin too much emphasis on bein' a star Can't we do a little bit of living instead" Let him go silver eagle there must be a better way to fly For this great American poet who's singing his songs About the everyday working man's life Let him go silver eagle there must be a better way to fly For this great American poet who's singing his songs About the everyday working man's life