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
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- email punchnojudy@gmail.com, love being alive, the alterntiative has lousy hours, liberal and don't care if you give me cracked corn.
Cool song Punch. Two of my favourite performers.
ReplyDeleteYou sending The Peach Tart a subliminal message there brother?
ReplyDeleteThis is a great oldie but goodie. the walking man cracks me up.
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