THE EAGLE FLIES
The eagle flies, the wind blows
Sweetheart, it’s time for me to go.
I love you with all I got,
But you want to fly like a newborn bird.
So much is said, tears are shed
And life is wasted.
Days are good,
Nights are hard;
So used to holdin’ someone.
Now where you used to be is empty,
For like the little eagle you must fly.
Wind blows, whiskey flows,
Again, I’m on the run.
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