Eagle
Rock
It's been over 2 years since
I've come to Eagle Rock.
Haven't had the gumption
to come here very much.
Got a flask oí
courage while I tell my lonesome
tale,
As the sun goes down on
Eagle Rock.
I used to come here all the
time with Samantha on my arm.
Her hair was red like
fire, and her skin, oh so fair.
She kissed me so
tenderly, the howling wind would
stop,
As the sun went down on
Eagle Rock.
I had so many women, but
none could compare to her.
The Good Lord told me to
offer her my ring.
Tears of joy filled her
eyes, as I took her in my arms,
As the sun went down on
Eagle Rock.
Just 2 days after that, my
old flame came to town.
She was waiting in the
shower to go another round.
As I was telling her to
go, Samantha came to call,
As the sun went down on
Eagle Rock.
A redhead's heart is like a
brushfire, torn up in the wind.
Engine roared, tires
screamed as she went on up the
road.
I followed her with my
aching heart; I had to set the record
straight
As the sun went down on
Eagle Rock.
When I came around the
hairpin turn, that's when I found her
wreck.
There was no doc, nor
miracle, that could bring her
back.
This woman's love had
come and gone so quickly from my
life,
Like the sun goes down
on Eagle Rock.
It's been over 5 years, and
when I have the mind.
I come here to Eagle
Rock to spend a little time.
I hear her voice, smell
prefume, and feel sheís close to
me,
As the sun goes down on
Eagle Rock.
