Jamey Johnson - Flying silver eagle

Standin' ^Cat that ^Fpawn shop ^Ccounter, trying ^Con the ^Gwedding ^Crings She ^Csaid she ^Fneeded ^Csilver, 'cause ^Cgold just turns her ^G7green I ^Ccounted ^Fout the ^Ctwenties, and I ^Claid the ^C7money ^Fdown And ^Fwe went straight to the ^CDavid^G7son c^Courthouse

After ^Cthree long ^Fyears to^Cgether, she ^Cfound a ^Gbank^Cer man Said she was ^Cthinkin' a^Fbout her ^Cfuture, and gave me ^Cback that silver ^G7band I ^Chad it ^Fmelted ^Cdown, so I could ^Cwear it ^C7on a c^Fhain Now it's a ^Fflyin' silver ^Ceagle that ^G7used to be a ^Cring

I'd rather ^Fhave this silver eagle than ^Call that rich man's gold ^AmIt's my one ^Dmreminder of a ^Fwoman turnin' ^G7cold Her ^Clove lies ^Fin his ^Cmoney, and mine's ^Cin a ^C7pair of ^Fwings On a ^Fflyin' silver e^Cagle that ^G7used to be a ^Cring

I couldn't ^Cput the ^Fpast b^Cehind me, so I ^Cput it ^Gin a ^Csong That's ^Chow I ^Ftell the ^Cstory, how that ^Cwoman done me ^G7wrong Now I ^Ctour ac^Fross the ^Ccountry, ridin' ^Chigh ^C7on the ^Fwings Of a ^Fflyin' silver ^Ceagle that ^G7used to be a ^Cring

I met a ^Chomeless ^Fman on ^CBroadway, he was ^Choldin' ^Gout his ^Chand He ^Casked me ^Ffor a ^Cdollar, said he was ^Conce a banker ^G7man 'Til that ^Clady ^Ftook his ^Cmoney, I said ^Cman I ^C7feel your ^Fpain Ya might could ^Fuse this silver ^Ceagle, you know it ^G7used to be a ring ^C