Lyrics

Winnebago Acres ©2015 Ronald G. Brown

Intro:

My wife calls the place "Hell"... She calls it "The No-Star Hotel"...
Then, she'll grin and call it, "The Hillbilly Suite at the Ol' Redneck Retreat..."


Verse:

It's a vintage Winnebago... Up on blocks
Sittin' on seven acres near an old strip mine
The roof leaks and the inside reeks of mildew and bacon grease...
No, it ain't much to brag about, but it's mine


Chorus 1:

It's a getaway, it's an old friend, it's duct tape from end to end
N' when the generator kicks on, it trips all the breakers
Got an outhouse where a field mouse waits for a crust of bread from the one who calls the place... Winnebago... Winnebago Acres


Verse:

I go there for the action... Walleye an' bass
N' when the sun goes down, the nightlife can't be beat
Ya got fireflies, moonlit skies, crickets singin' n' coyotes cryin' out...
Lookin' for some friendly company


Repeat Chorus 1:


Bridge:

One day the wife said, "Can we please sell... that worthless old No-Star Hotel"
I said I'd rather start chewin' on a barbed-wire fence... I think it worked, ain't heard a word since



Chorus 2:

It's a getaway, it's an old friend, it's duct tape from end to end
N' when the generator kicks on, it trips all the breakers
And once in awhile, I'll crack a smile, cause I'm kickin' back country-style in my rusty old RV... My weekend home in the country...
Winnebago Acres