Sunday morning, I’m leaving out   I’ve done all I can, in this old town   Some day I’ll be back again   When I forget, how hard it’s been      Silver eagles, winding down on 40    Shining in the sun, rolling into town    To carry those, who dreams have all come true    Across the miles,    They’re coming in, I’m leaving out Sunday morning, finds me sad    All this praying, and it’s out of my hands    All I have is a song in my heart    100 miles to home, and an old worn out guitar   Silver eagles, winding down on 40    Shining in the sun, rolling into town    To carry those, who dreams have all come true    Across the miles,    They’re coming in, I’m leaving out