People sit around and they talk and talk How their dreams all ended too soon Guess they never hung out under the stars Howling at the moon I guess we're as different as nine and eight I see it in a different light I don't think much about the good ol' days Just about the good ol' nights Talk about the good times Talk about the times when the times were right You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights They wanna go back to when a Cadillac Didn't look like a Chevrolet It meant a lot to them but not a thing to me I never owned one anyway But a good looking woman and an old guitar With both of them tuned just right Well, I don't think much about the good ol' days Just about the good ol' nights Talk about the good times Talk about the times when the times were right You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights

Lord knows I am peaceful when I'm left alone I've always been an Eagle, been awhile since I have flown My claws are sharp as ever, so's my Eagle eye Something's gonna go tonight, when the Eagle flies Lately I've heard rumors that the Eagle may be lame Just because I've been idle, don't mean that I'm tame You've jeopardized my freedom, my natural place to roost I can fly when I have to, if they turn the Eagle loose So lay all your doubts aside when you go to bed tonight My feathers are all ruffled now, I'm ready for a fight Just because I took awhile to fly that don't mean I don't care When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air So lay all your doubts aside when you go to bed tonight My feathers are all ruffled now, I'm ready for a fight Just because I took awhile to fly that don't mean I don't care When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air

Through the chill of winter Running across a frozen lake Hunters hard right on his trail All odds are against him With a family to provide for One thing he must keep alive Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive? Drifting by the roadside Lines etched on an aging face It wants to find some honest space Losing to the range wars He's got two strong legs to guide him Two strong arms keep him alive Will the wolf survive? Standing in the pouring rain All alone in a world that's changed Running scared now forced to hide In a land where he once stood with pride But he'll find his way by the morning light Sounds across the nation Coming from your hearts and minds Battered drums and old guitars Singing songs of passion It's the truth that they all look for Something they must keep alive Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive?

(Harlan Howard) I only meant to love you don't you know it babe Why couldn't you be contented with the love I gave I've given you my heart and now you want my mind Your love scares me to death girl it's the chokin' kind. You can kill a man with bullets poison or a knife But it hurts him more to take his pride and run his life Whatever it is you want girl I hope you find But that hat don't fit my head it's the chokin' kind. When you fall in love again girl take a tip from me If you don't like the peaches walk on by the tree Find what you want and keep it treat it sweet and kind But let it breathe don't make your love the chokin' kind...

Verse 1: There are songs that birds don't sing to people There are secrets that keep right through to the end There are heroes who hide until forever And I'm singing this song for one of them Verse 2: He's the man that you passed on the road there The one with his life on the loose Going either somewhere or nowhere Going without me, without you Chorus: For he is this world's constant orphan Traveling out his lone time Living on apples from orchards Dying from grapes on the vine Verse 3: You can find him in big city winters Down where the mission bell cries And sorrow echoes through summer As he tries to close all his eyes Verse 4: You can find him in Pittsburgh in Christmas You can find him in Buffalo in June And he knows all the backroads between them Like the gypsy knows the moon Verse 5: And it's route 22 all over again Stick your thumb out and try to look like somebody's friend Look strong at the man, gentle at the girl And puzzled at the rest of the world Chorus. Living on apples from orchards Dying from grapes on the vine