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