Standing at that pawn shop counter
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Trying on the wedding rings
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She said she needed silver
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'Cause gold just turns her green
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I counted out the twenties
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And I laid the money down
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And we went straight to the Davidson courthouse
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After three long years together
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She found a banker man
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She said she was thinking 'bout her future
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And gave me back that silver band
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I had it melted down
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So I could wear in on a chain
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Now it's a flying silver eagle that used to be a ring
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I'd rather have this silver eagle
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Than all that rich man's gold
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It's my one reminder of
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A women turning cold
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Her love lies in his money
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And mines in a pair of wings
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On a flying silver eagle that used to be a ring
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I couldn't put the past behind me
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So I put it in a song
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That's how I tell the story
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How that women did me wrong
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Now I tour across the country
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Riding high on the wings
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Of a flying silver eagle that used to be a ring
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I'd rather have this silver eagle
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Than all that rich man's gold
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It's my one reminder of
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A women turning cold
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Her love lies in his money
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And mines in a pair of wings
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On a flying silver eagle that used to be a ring
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I met a homeless man on Broadway
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He was holding out his hand
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He asked me for a dollar
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Said he was once a banker man
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'Til that lady took his money
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I said man I feel your pain
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You might could use this silver eagle
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You know it used to be a ring
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Flying Silver Eagle
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| Jamey Johnson |
