Nothing But A Breeze Lyrics
| Song | Nothing But A Breeze |
| Artist | John Denver |
| Album | Seasons Of The Heart |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：Jesse Winchester Music：Jesse Winchester | |
| 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 strong | |
| Well, I'm the type of guy who | |
| wants to ride the middle | |
| I don't like all this bouncing back and forth | |
| Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie | |
| And my head in the cool blue north | |
| In a small suburban garden | |
| Not a single neighbor knows our name | |
| I know the woman wishes we would move some place | |
| Where the houses aren't all the same | |
| Jesse, I wish you would take me | |
| where the grass is greener | |
| I couldn't really say where it may be | |
| Oh, some place high on a mountain top | |
| Down by the deep blue sea | |
| And there we'll do just as we please | |
| It ain't nothing but a breeze | |
| One 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 | |
| But I wish we would move with our tea and cookies | |
| To the shade of the old pawpaw | |
| There we'll do just as we please | |
| It ain't 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 strong | |
| Well, I'm the type of guy who wants to ride the middle | |
| I don't like all this bouncing back and forth | |
| Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie | |
| And my head in the cool blue north |
| Lyrics: Jesse Winchester Music: Jesse Winchester | |
| 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 strong | |
| Well, I' m the type of guy who | |
| wants to ride the middle | |
| I don' t like all this bouncing back and forth | |
| Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie | |
| And my head in the cool blue north | |
| In a small suburban garden | |
| Not a single neighbor knows our name | |
| I know the woman wishes we would move some place | |
| Where the houses aren' t all the same | |
| Jesse, I wish you would take me | |
| where the grass is greener | |
| I couldn' t really say where it may be | |
| Oh, some place high on a mountain top | |
| Down by the deep blue sea | |
| And there we' ll do just as we please | |
| It ain' t nothing but a breeze | |
| One 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 | |
| But I wish we would move with our tea and cookies | |
| To the shade of the old pawpaw | |
| There we' ll do just as we please | |
| It ain' t 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 strong | |
| Well, I' m the type of guy who wants to ride the middle | |
| I don' t like all this bouncing back and forth | |
| Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie | |
| And my head in the cool blue north |
| Lyrics: Jesse Winchester Music: Jesse Winchester | |
| 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 strong | |
| Well, I' m the type of guy who | |
| wants to ride the middle | |
| I don' t like all this bouncing back and forth | |
| Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie | |
| And my head in the cool blue north | |
| In a small suburban garden | |
| Not a single neighbor knows our name | |
| I know the woman wishes we would move some place | |
| Where the houses aren' t all the same | |
| Jesse, I wish you would take me | |
| where the grass is greener | |
| I couldn' t really say where it may be | |
| Oh, some place high on a mountain top | |
| Down by the deep blue sea | |
| And there we' ll do just as we please | |
| It ain' t nothing but a breeze | |
| One 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 | |
| But I wish we would move with our tea and cookies | |
| To the shade of the old pawpaw | |
| There we' ll do just as we please | |
| It ain' t 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 strong | |
| Well, I' m the type of guy who wants to ride the middle | |
| I don' t like all this bouncing back and forth | |
| Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie | |
| And my head in the cool blue north |
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