Hawk - Chatham County Line

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

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