Lyrics:

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