| Song | Where the Wind Don't Whine |
| Artist | Richard Thompson |
| Album | Hand of Kindness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| "Get in the car", she said and drive me into next week | |
| I should have turned her down, blame my curious streak | |
| I never dreamt that we'd be driving into trouble | |
| Until we hit a rock that bent my nose double | |
| I'd say we both were on run, run, run | |
| She looked too fresh for twenty-one, one, one | |
| She slipped her little hand in mine, mine, mine | |
| Said, "I'll take you where the wind don't whine, whine | |
| I'll take you where the wind don't whine" | |
| Ah, the wheels were moaning, we were heading ninety-five | |
| The rain was beating down, my engine was alive | |
| The roads were empty as the day turned into night | |
| With every street lamp her face shone white | |
| I asked her name and she just smiled, smiled, smiled | |
| We must have clocked a thousand miles, miles, miles | |
| She said, "We'll be there in a while, while, while" | |
| I'll take you where the wind don't whine, whine | |
| I'll take you where the wind don't whine | |
| I was feeling weary when the car died on me | |
| I pulled her over and the strength just drained from me | |
| The price of running's getting dearer and dearer | |
| And nothing ever seems to get nearer and nearer | |
| I suppose I didn't make the grade, grade, grade | |
| When I looked around she'd slipped away, â€~way, â€~way | |
| Out in the night you'll see her shine, shine, shine | |
| Waiting where the wind don't whine, whine | |
| Waiting where the wind don't whine, whine | |
| Waiting where the wind don't whine |
| " Get in the car", she said and drive me into next week | |
| I should have turned her down, blame my curious streak | |
| I never dreamt that we' d be driving into trouble | |
| Until we hit a rock that bent my nose double | |
| I' d say we both were on run, run, run | |
| She looked too fresh for twentyone, one, one | |
| She slipped her little hand in mine, mine, mine | |
| Said, " I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
| I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine" | |
| Ah, the wheels were moaning, we were heading ninetyfive | |
| The rain was beating down, my engine was alive | |
| The roads were empty as the day turned into night | |
| With every street lamp her face shone white | |
| I asked her name and she just smiled, smiled, smiled | |
| We must have clocked a thousand miles, miles, miles | |
| She said, " We' ll be there in a while, while, while" | |
| I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
| I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine | |
| I was feeling weary when the car died on me | |
| I pulled her over and the strength just drained from me | |
| The price of running' s getting dearer and dearer | |
| And nothing ever seems to get nearer and nearer | |
| I suppose I didn' t make the grade, grade, grade | |
| When I looked around she' d slipped away, way, way | |
| Out in the night you' ll see her shine, shine, shine | |
| Waiting where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
| Waiting where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
| Waiting where the wind don' t whine |
| " Get in the car", she said and drive me into next week | |
| I should have turned her down, blame my curious streak | |
| I never dreamt that we' d be driving into trouble | |
| Until we hit a rock that bent my nose double | |
| I' d say we both were on run, run, run | |
| She looked too fresh for twentyone, one, one | |
| She slipped her little hand in mine, mine, mine | |
| Said, " I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
| I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine" | |
| Ah, the wheels were moaning, we were heading ninetyfive | |
| The rain was beating down, my engine was alive | |
| The roads were empty as the day turned into night | |
| With every street lamp her face shone white | |
| I asked her name and she just smiled, smiled, smiled | |
| We must have clocked a thousand miles, miles, miles | |
| She said, " We' ll be there in a while, while, while" | |
| I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
| I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine | |
| I was feeling weary when the car died on me | |
| I pulled her over and the strength just drained from me | |
| The price of running' s getting dearer and dearer | |
| And nothing ever seems to get nearer and nearer | |
| I suppose I didn' t make the grade, grade, grade | |
| When I looked around she' d slipped away, way, way | |
| Out in the night you' ll see her shine, shine, shine | |
| Waiting where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
| Waiting where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
| Waiting where the wind don' t whine |