Juanita

I rode in on the wind on an eagle made of tin
 About a dollar in my pocket and a couple of broken ribs
 And my mind was on some shit that had sent my friends home again
 When all we'd come to do was pick and grin
 Juanita had a car and she liked the way I played guitar
 She gave me little white pills and pushed a little too hard
 Well my memory ain't too exact but I
 saw some things that I can't take back
 Thirty days on the road is thirty days of livin hard
 Well we done what we did acting like a couple kids
 And the only time it hurt was in the end
 So I'll roll another one up take another drink from your loving cup
 Honey you can go all night I can keep it up
 In the end I blew my pay just getting back to the USA
 That's the only place a man like me can stay
 Well I tell myself I'm free but that's a line I just don't believe
 Juanita you're the only home for me