| We got silver eagles rollin' on the freeways every day
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| Singing country music, all across the USA
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| But the wheels one day will fold-up and our wings will take the curves
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| When the shiny silver eagle, meets the great speckled bird
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| Then the pearly gates will open and all the angel bands will ring
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| Standing on that golden stage, we will hear the Great One sing
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| We’ll have a Grand Old Opry, like no one has ever heard
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| When the shiny silver eagle, meets the great speckled bird
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| And when Gabriel blows his trumpet, all the bands will be in tune
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| And when that golden curtain rises, there will be only standing room
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| We’ll entertain the Master, in his Grand Old Opry Church
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| When the shiny silver eagle, meets the great speckled bird
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| And when Gabriel blows his trumpet, all the bands will be in tune
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| And when that golden curtain rises, there will be only-standing room
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| Yes we’ll entertain the Master, in his Grand Old Opry Church
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| When the shiny silver eagle, meets the great speckled bird
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| Yes we’ll entertain the Master, in his Grand Old Opery Church
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| When the shiny silver eagle, meets the great speckled bird |