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