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
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