Juanita

Down in Amarillo with the wind in her head
Juanita was lyin' in the river bed
God slapped the moon on a harvest rain
The roosters flew and a crow shouted her name
Juanita

Nine months later she had herself a son
When asked who the father was she whispered no one
Town folk shunned her they thought she lied
They didn't even bury her on the day she died
Juanita

The boy had no name but he grew up just the same
In a shack by the side of the road
A real strange angel with a real sharp tongue
And a great sense of diction for someone so young

Oh the wind and the snow and the rain
Don't mean nothin' to a boy on a train
Whoa the wind and the rain and the snow
Don't mean nothin' to a boy on his own

He went to work and he been to school
Shipped off to war to fight for them fools
And down in the jungle in '72
Under enemy fire his company flew

They left him standing in a river of red
They left him alone they left him for dead
But five years later he showed up in town
Bought that old shackon the hill fallin' down

And some say he's gone and some say they've seen
Shadows at night and a halo of rings
He's there on the banks when the creek starts to rise
He's there in your bed when she's telling you lies
He's out on a ledge back in '39
He was back there in Salem when the flames started flyin'

Oh the wind and the snow and the rain
Don't mean nothin' to a boy on a train
Whoa the wind and the rain and the snow
Don't mean nothin' to a boy on his own

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