Sitting in the high beams, we're getting quiet Lord
I need some scenery
Stepped out on the door, chicks in a car
Are rolling down the window and said "What's happening?"
Oh Lord, what could I say?
I'm a poor poor boy a long way from his home, oh
They showed me some sights that I'd never seen before
Seems that ain't the lady, well that's the way the wind blows
Me and Kirby and a bottle of Bourbon
Listening to the riffing play
A chick walks in with a key and her friends
Says "I've got you on the night and my place is this way"
Oh Lord, what could we do?
It's a poor poor vice and all this is so new
Done a lot of things that we never could've dreamed of
Seems that it all ends, well that's the way the wind blows
Stepping off a plane and hopping in the rain
I was thinking bout the Banjo Man
Till I'm off, never can fuss from this teenage lust
That's with a body that was built for hot great action
Oh child, take it away
Must be part of your plan and baby that's-a okay, yeah
Don't they got a girl and a Rock and Roll hobo?
Seems anywhere I go, well that's the way the wind blows
That's the way the wind blows
That's the way the wind blows
That's the way the wind blows
That's the way the wind blows
That's the way the wind blows
That's the way the wind blows
That's the way the wind blows
That's the way the wind blows