Last Lonely Eagle
New Riders of the Purple Sage
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| If you go down round the | bend in the | river, |
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| you’re gonna | find a few changes been | going down | there. |
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| Cause the | people who live round the | bend in the | river, |
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| have for | gotten their dreams and they’ve | cut off their | hair. |
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| And take a | last flyin’ look at the | last lonely | eagle, |
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| he’s | soaring the | length of the | land. |
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| Shed a | tear for the fate of the | last lonely | eagle, |
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| for you | know that he | never will | land. |
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| If you go down where the lights push the night time, |
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| back far enough so you can’t feel the fear, |
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| remember the boy who ya left on the mountain, |
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| Who’s sitting alone with the stars in his tears. |
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| If you go down to the gas powered flatland, |
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| where most of the people ust think that their free, |
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| remember the peace that you had on the mountain, |
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| come back to the love that you had here with me. |
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| For you | know-ow that he | ne-eh-ev-ver will | land |