(Kinky Friedman, Roger Friedman)
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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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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 MOPAC
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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,
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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.
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Silver Eagle Express
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Kinky Friedman |