| And I’d ride the Silver Eagle to the last town on the line
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| Railroad ties are not my friend the only ties that bind
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| Just watch the troubled countryside gently fall away
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| Silver Eagle, hold me, guide me, roll me homeward from today
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| Lose the track of time and let it flow back
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| Stoke the ancient furnace into flames
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| Running barefoot in the cinders of the moat pack
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| Hoppin' bedtime rides with the outlaw Jesse James
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| But now my heart’s a worn and weary vessel
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| I been haulin' dreams that never seem to last
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| Once I slept beside a trembling trestle
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| Woke up lost across the rusty lifelines to the past
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| And I’d ride the Silver Eagle to the last town on the line
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| Railroad ties are not my friend the only ties that bind
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| Just watch the troubled countryside gently fall away
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| Silver Eagle, hold me, guide me, roll me homeward from today
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| Freedom’s only station to station
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| A paper suitcase on the track of time
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| Ain’t hard to tell a hard luck situation
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| Ain’t hard to tell a homeless country poet out of rhyme
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| I’m gonna ride the Silver Eagle to the last town on the line |
| There’s nothing to remember if there’s nothing to remind
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| From the gentle Texas sunshine to the Colorado snow
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| Ain’t no one here to hold you, boy, when the good Lord lets you go |