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America On The Road America Eagles Live Bootleg

earlybird is working So his life don?t fade away Spends his life denying that He?s got no time for flying In the breeze High up on his own, the eagle

It?s another tequila sunrise Starin? slowly ?cross the sky, said goodbye He was just a hired hand Workin? on the dreams he planned to try The days go

On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life There were plants and birds and rocks and things There was sand and hills and rings

Chewing on a piece of grass Walking down the road Tell me, how long you gonna stay here, Joe? Some people say this town don't look good in snow You

had no time to drink that beer 'Cause I understand you've been running from the man That goes by the name of the Sandman He flies the sky like an eagle