Song Description

A fun song to get your mind out of the city!

Lyrics

Winnebago Acres ©2026 Ronald G Brown

My wife has called the place hell
She's called it The No Star Hotel
Worse yet, she'll call it, The Hillbilly Suite
At the Ol' Redneck Retreat

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

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 Acres"

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

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 Acres"

So, the wife said, "Honeybun, we should sell
That worthless old No Star Hotel"
I said "Take that thought, pack it up and stow it"
"You've done lost your mind and you don't know it."

Cause, 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