Nothing But a Breeze

Life is just too short for some folks

For other folks it just drags on

Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey

Others figure tea's too strongWell, I'm the kind of guy who likes to stand in the middle

I don't like all this bouncing back and forth

Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie

My head in the cool blue northIn a small suburban garden

Not a single neighbor knows our name

I know that the woman wishes we would move

Where the houses aren't all the sameSay Johny, I would like to go to where the grass is greener

I couldn't really say where it might be

But some place high on a mountain top

Down by the deep blue seaThere we'll do just as we please

It ain't nothing but a breezeSome day, I'll be old gray grandpa

All the pretty girls will call me, 'Sir'

Now where they're asking me, "How things are?"

Soon they'll ask me, "How things were?"Well, I don't mind being an old gray grandpa

As long as you'll be my gray grandma

And I think we should move with our tea and cookies

To the shade of the old pawpawThere we'll, we'll do just as we please

'Cause it ain't nothing but a breezeLife is just too short for some folks

For other folks it just drags on

Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey

Others figure tea's too strongWell, I'm the kind of guy who likes to stand in the middle

I don't like all this bouncing back and forth

Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie

My head in the cool blue north

I said me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie

And my head in the cool blue north