What Fresh Hell? Reprise

Spare Me!

Some moments are worth revisiting.

Ya Know when the band is Full On, let's boogie with the man.

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