AD Well he rides into town on the back of a big silver eagle
E7A Strapped to his shoulders are the burdens of staying on top
D And the lines in his face tell the story of an uphill flight
E7A You can tell how he feels day by day by the songs that he writes
D He's loved by millions somehow he's their prisoner as well
E7A As he rides down the road in his ten wheeled aluminum cell
D Now he lives for the day that the eagle will carry him home
E7A 'Cause the glamour is over nearly all of his seeds have been sown
DE7A Let him go silver eagle there must be a better way to fly
DE7 For this great American poet who's singing his songs
A About the everyday working man's life
D One night on the road just south of the Idyho line
E7A We were smoking some contracts and attempting to alter our minds
D Then just before daylight Hank pushed back his hat and he said
E7 "Ah we're puttin too much emphasis on bein' a star
A Can't we do a little bit of living instead"
DE7A Let him go silver eagle there must be a better way to fly
DE7 For this great American poet who's singing his songs
A About the everyday working man's life
DE7A Let him go silver eagle there must be a better way to fly
DE7 For this great American poet who's singing his songs
A