作曲 : Davidson, Johnson

Standing at that pawn shop counter

Trying on the wedding rings

She said she needed silver'

Cause gold just turns her green

I counted out the twenties

And i laid the money down

And we went straight to the davidson courthouse

After three long years together

She found a banker man

She said she was thinking 'bout her future

And gave me back that silver band

I had it melted down

So i could wear in on a chain

Now it's a flying silver eagle

That used to be a ring

I'd rather have this silver eagle

Than all that rich man's gold

It's my one reminder of

A women turning cold

Her love lies in his money

And mines in a pair of wings

On a flying silver eagle

That used to be a ring

I couldn't put the past behind me

So I put it in a song

That's how I tell the story

How that women did me wrong

Now I tour across the country

Riding high on the wings

Of a flying silver eagle

That used to be a ring

I'd rather have this silver eagle

Than all that rich man's gold

It's my one reminder of

A women turning cold

Her love lies in his money

And mines in a pair of wings

On a flying silver eagle

That used to be a ring

I met a homeless man on broadway

He was holding out his hand

He asked me for a dollar

Said he was once a banker man'

Til that lady took his money

I said man I feel your pain

You might could use this silver eagle

You know it used to be a ring