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