Sunday, November 22, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

No hell, just a fresh breeze, I keep movin' down the road.

just a piece.
where they sell chicken fried in bacon fat. Yeah buddy.
Clove cigs, and rollin' tobacco.
but I digress
Just a breeze, blowin' through.




(J.J. Cale)
Call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
Ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
Well, there ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
And I ain't hidin' from nobody
Nobody's hidin' from me
Oh, that's the way its supposed to be
Well, I got that green light, baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well, I got that green light, baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well, I might go out to California
Might go down to Georgia,
I don't knowWell,
I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
Well now, I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I don't love me no one woman
So I can't stay in Georgia long
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load

Ooh, Mr. Breeze

3 comments:

  1. Cool song Punch. Two of my favourite performers.

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  2. You sending The Peach Tart a subliminal message there brother?

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  3. This is a great oldie but goodie. the walking man cracks me up.

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