Writer: Craig Campbell, Brett Beavers, Steve Bogard
Lyrics
You take grandpas empty shell of an 82 land yacht
Throw on some re-caps and change out the points and plugs
You bungee down coolers and rig up a little bit of Bluetooth
Then ya roll up the indoor outdoor AstroTurf rug and load er on up
And away we go
In the Winnebago
Just hammerin' down and cruisin' around
Anywhere the wind blows
When we wanna spend the night
Baby, string up the party lights
Break out the beers and the folding chairs
And let the good times roll
In my W-I-double-N-E-bago
Anywhere you wanna go just say so
It's a slow lane interstate stage coach
W-i-double-n-e-bago
Now we can anchor down in the infield at Talladega
And watch them boys go 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round
Or we could follow that smell and get a little Bonnaroo crazy
Or we could hook up the summer home hook ups on the lake outside of town
And away we go
In the Winnebago
Just hammerin' down and cruisin' around
Anywhere the wind blows
When we wanna spend the night
Baby, string up the party lights
Break out the beers and the cornhole boards
And let the good times roll
In my W-I-double-N-E-bago
Anywhere you wanna go just say so
It's a slow lane interstate stage coach
W-i-double-n-e-bago
Yeah, step out, grab a seat, baby, you can watch me
Grill it up flip it up workin' that Hibachi
We'll get some stickers from wherever we go
And, baby, you can stick 'em on my Winnebago
And away we go
In the Winnebago
Just hammerin' down and cruisin' around
Anywhere the wind blows
When we wanna spend the night
Baby, string up the party lights
Break out the beers and the folding chairs
And let the good times roll
In my W-I-double-N-E-bago
Anywhere you wanna go just say so
It's a slow lane interstate stage coach
W-i-double-n-e-bago