The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon

I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag

To all the girls I've loved before To all the girls we've loved before I'm glad they came along I dedicate this song The winds of change are always blowing And ev'ry time I tried to stay The winds of change continued blowing We're glad they came along We

Now my feet won't touch the ground Oh, love, don't let me go Won't you take me where the street lights glow I can hear it coming There's a wild wind blowing Down the corner of my street Every night there the headlights are glowing There's a cold war

You are the sweetest melody I never sung You are my island of love, my remedy to rescue me Tell me where the wind is blowing 'cause that's where the music's going You are my big dark blue and I wanna swim all around you I feel like I know you but you're

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot better with you up in it So baby you a song Yeah, when I

I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Any which way the wind may be blowing Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life's

I ride it like a wave I'm down for wherever it takes me I ride it, I ride it like a wave I'm waiting at the shore with my arms wide open Wind blowing in my hair, let the sea salt soak in Coming at me full force, do this with my eyes closed, yeah Just

Blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe Someone's got it in for me They're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick But when they will I can only

Cold wind blowing over your private parts I know a lack you've got and it makes a strong case for art billboard breasts, they Don't have a face, I know that fact you've got, no girl could ever trace lionized, smoking just a little too violently I know