Old Eagle Eye

He spends a lot of time now days On his old 8N Ford He says that television’s no good And newspapers just get him bored His beard is not the neatest But frankly he could care less And if he tried to make a speech He’d screw it up into a mess His eyes are always bloodshot Maybe too much booze have gone down And country is where it’s at he says Cause he detests having to go to town Too many going nowhere And followers knowing less And nowhere to park the pickup And the speed limits anyone’s guess But late in the evening time When the crickets and fireflies abound Out sitting round his campfire Is where old “Eagle Eye” can be found He never got himself married Said he just never took the time But he sometimes talks about a girl That used to work at the local 5 and dime That was back before Viet Nam And all the killings and stuff But the spitting he got upon his return Told “Eagle Eye” he’d had enough He doesn’t pull for any candidates But he votes when it’s election time He states that it really doesn’t matter now Since they’re all backed by power and crime He passed away this evening And yes I was in his will The farm was now mine Along with a big old roll of bills The money’s now in the bank Drawing interest as I’m set for life Just me and that old 8N And a fire pit and a pretty wife But I still miss old “Eagle Eye” And all the wit he had Inside I know he was a loving dude And he’d a made someone a loving dad But he never married that girl The one from the five and dime Too long overseas he was And she didn’t want to waste away her time