|
The pressure these days isn't easy so they say, |
|
If you're trying to get through this world. |
|
And if you're gonna make it, |
|
Then you've got to live in a hurry. |
|
This world they say may just end any day, |
|
And I know that it possibly could. |
|
But I can't do nothing about it, |
|
So why should I worry. |
|
I grew my hair long and sang a protest song, |
|
And offered myself to this world, |
|
Doing my best in the |
|
Search and the quest for the white dove. |
|
But I always knew I was just passing through, |
|
And the trip has been rocky and long. |
|
And through all the changes, |
|
There's one thing I sure can be proud of. |
|
I'm just blowing along with the wind, |
|
Taking it all in stride, |
|
Thankful for every minute God gives me, |
|
Goin' along for the ride, |
|
Holdin' my woman's hand, |
|
Helpin' out when I can, |
|
Living the one life I own, |
|
One day at a time. |
|
I have lived down in some jerkwater towns, |
|
Where the sidewalks are rolled up by ten. |
|
And I've been a swinger, |
|
And drifted the heart of a big town. |
|
I've had some low rides and walked on the wild side, |
|
And it's all been good in its way. |
|
I've had some high-ole times, |
|
And yeah, I've had some letdowns. |
|
I'm just blowing along with the wind, |
|
Taking it all in stride, |
|
Thankful for every minute God gives me, |
|
Goin' along for the ride, |
|
I'm just blowing along with the wind, |
|
Taking it all in stride, |
|
Thankful for every minute God gives me, |
|
Goin' along for the ride, |
