Jake Owen - VW Van Lyrics
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VW Van
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What Are The Lyrics For VW Van By Jake Owen?
A bag of beef jerky sitting on a road map
Dashboard hula girl shaking her grass Shotgun DJ, navigate the airwaves Don't know where we're going or when we're coming back 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) On the road again, just like Willy Free old hillbilly gypsy soul Gonna run out to Idaho But I don't know, baby, ready, set, go 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) When it gets dark, we'll put it in park And turn on them party lights A lawn chair sipping on Cuervo gold Hell, we might even make Mexico (V-dub, VW, V-dub, VW) 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 Stereo hot, pink flamingo Who's gonna spot the first jackalope Who gives a damn? 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) My VW Van (V-dub, VW, V-dub, VW) |
Who Wrote VW Van By Jake Owen?
Paul Reter, Brent Stenzel
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What's The Duration Of The VW Van By Jake Owen?The duration of VW Van is 2:55 minutes and seconds. |
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