Eagle Songtext
von Dave Dudley
Eagle Songtext
If a load was illegal they′d call on the Eagle
That trucker'd been cheatin′ for years
He lived on back highways and unpatrolled byways
With only his conscience to hear
He made his first run at the age 21
With a load of bootleg alcohol
Well his time is near done cause he's planned his last run
With the biggest payload of them all
He's an old gear jammer
Puttin′ down his last hammer
Headed straight for that slammer
Or a hole in the ground
If Smokey should miss him
Or an angel don′t kiss him
Then the devil might get him
'Cause he is hell bound
He weren′t into high jackin' with his fifth wheel a backin′
To hook into some booze was a breeze
With his hot cargo rollin' though silence is golden
Somebody had called the police
In a bar in Juarez a gal named Inez
Was waiting for Eagle that night
But how could she know in the dawn′s early glow
That the Eagle was on his last flight
As he drove through the night pay day was in sight
Two hours and his trip would be done
It was his last load over smugglers' road
He'd soon see his Mexican son
Well he knew they were there when red lights lit the air
Old Eagle had entered their trap
On that crooked road with his crooked load
He knew there was no turnin′ back
That truck it was loaded and when she exploded
Went over that rail it′s a quick way to die
The hillside is a cookin' but Smokey can′t book him
Old Eagle he's now flyin′ high
That trucker'd been cheatin′ for years
He lived on back highways and unpatrolled byways
With only his conscience to hear
He made his first run at the age 21
With a load of bootleg alcohol
Well his time is near done cause he's planned his last run
With the biggest payload of them all
He's an old gear jammer
Puttin′ down his last hammer
Headed straight for that slammer
Or a hole in the ground
If Smokey should miss him
Or an angel don′t kiss him
Then the devil might get him
'Cause he is hell bound
He weren′t into high jackin' with his fifth wheel a backin′
To hook into some booze was a breeze
With his hot cargo rollin' though silence is golden
Somebody had called the police
In a bar in Juarez a gal named Inez
Was waiting for Eagle that night
But how could she know in the dawn′s early glow
That the Eagle was on his last flight
As he drove through the night pay day was in sight
Two hours and his trip would be done
It was his last load over smugglers' road
He'd soon see his Mexican son
Well he knew they were there when red lights lit the air
Old Eagle had entered their trap
On that crooked road with his crooked load
He knew there was no turnin′ back
That truck it was loaded and when she exploded
Went over that rail it′s a quick way to die
The hillside is a cookin' but Smokey can′t book him
Old Eagle he's now flyin′ high
Writer(s): Marie Ann Dudley, Max J Harter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

