Chatham County Line - Hawk lyrics

Hawk was just seventeen when he flew away for war Lied a little when he applied, but what is his lying for Training in Arizona in the year of '42 They all called him Hawk for the way that he flew It's been sixty years and most he's been up in the air He spends his days now flying a dusty old armchair That might be just a bore but he became my friend For what is a story that he ever been Hawk, how you could fly There's finally a road Hawk couldn't be in I told him all the things you will never do again And his mind stayed sharp as a plane Through the tales of his glory days Hawk, how you could fly Rolling thunder through the sky If there's a war to win sponsored links I hope you will take to the sky again Mourners a few as they laid him in the ground Decorated soldiers gathered around They folded the flag and placed it in my hand Said, 'Hawk is in a place where he'll never had to land' And that's the full measure of a life of a man Hawk, how you could fly Rolling thunder through the sky You found a war to win You will never leave the sky again