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