Jamey Johnson - Flying silver eagle

Standin' ^Dat that ^Gpawn shop ^Dcounter, trying ^Don the ^Awedding ^Drings She ^Dsaid she ^Gneeded ^Dsilver, 'cause ^Dgold just turns her ^A7green I ^Dcounted ^Gout the ^Dtwenties, and I ^Dlaid the ^D7money ^Gdown And ^Gwe went straight to the ^DDavid^A7son c^Dourthouse

After ^Dthree long ^Gyears to^Dgether, she ^Dfound a ^Abank^Der man Said she was ^Dthinkin' a^Gbout her ^Dfuture, and gave me ^Dback that silver ^A7band I ^Dhad it ^Gmelted ^Ddown, so I could ^Dwear it ^D7on a c^Ghain Now it's a ^Gflyin' silver ^Deagle that ^A7used to be a ^Dring

I'd rather ^Ghave this silver eagle than ^Dall that rich man's gold ^BmIt's my one ^Emreminder of a ^Gwoman turnin' ^A7cold Her ^Dlove lies ^Gin his ^Dmoney, and mine's ^Din a ^D7pair of ^Gwings On a ^Gflyin' silver e^Dagle that ^A7used to be a ^Dring

I couldn't ^Dput the ^Gpast b^Dehind me, so I ^Dput it ^Ain a ^Dsong That's ^Dhow I ^Gtell the ^Dstory, how that ^Dwoman done me ^A7wrong Now I ^Dtour ac^Gross the ^Dcountry, ridin' ^Dhigh ^D7on the ^Gwings Of a ^Gflyin' silver ^Deagle that ^A7used to be a ^Dring

I met a ^Dhomeless ^Gman on ^DBroadway, he was ^Dholdin' ^Aout his ^Dhand He ^Dasked me ^Gfor a ^Ddollar, said he was ^Donce a banker ^A7man 'Til that ^Dlady ^Gtook his ^Dmoney, I said ^Dman I ^D7feel your ^Gpain Ya might could ^Guse this silver ^Deagle, you know it ^A7used to be a ring ^D