Who wants to ride? Who wants to roll? Westbound, southbound, where the wind blows Who needs a plan? Bring the whole fam Load 'em all up in my VW van (V-dub, VW) Yeah, who wants to ride my VW van? (V-dub, VW) A bag of beef jerky sitting on a road map

It’s bittersweet The wind whistling across my bottle still can’t blow away the sorrow That tomorrow you won’t be here with me I won’t forget the way you love me, the amazing way you love me It’s bittersweet, you see You’re not here but I can feel you

Who wants to ride? Who wants to roll? Westbound, southbound, where the wind blows Who needs a plan? Bring the whole fam Load 'em all up in my VW van (V-dub, VW) Yeah, who wants to ride my VW van? (V-dub, VW) A bag of beef jerky sitting on a road map

She's a magical, mystical woman She's queen of the night Lady evil, evil There's a place just south of Witches' Valley Where they say the wind won't blow And they only speak in whispers of her name There's a lady they say who feeds the darkness It eats

I could tell that something wasn't right with you, with you I knew she was trouble from the first kiss (One, two, three, four) I could feel it blowing in the night wind Why don't you come back down so we can turn it around We grow apart just to be on our

We go alone never before having flown Never before having flown I never fell in love so easily Where the four winds blow I carry on I'd like to take you where my spirit flys Through the empty skys Faster than lightning is this heart of mine In the face

Smooth as the hickory wind That blows from Memphis Down to Apalachicola It's hi y'all did ya eat well Don't let this old goat cross With the southern voice Come on in I'm Sure glad to know ya It's cicadas making noise

I want to feel that you want it I want to feel by the morning Oh let me feel what you are Flashes on match heads Splashes of ashes Embers arising Smoke fills the skies in Wind blows in then crashes Waves over the ashes

The summer wind The summer wind came blowin' in From across the sea It lingered there to touch your hair And walk with me All summer long We sang a song And then we strolled that golden sand Two sweethearts

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls