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 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 In 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 same Say Johny, I would like to go to where the gra*s is greener I couldn't really say where it might be But some place high on a mountain top Down by the deep blue sea There we'll do just as we please It ain't nothing but a breeze Some 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 pawpaw There we'll, we'll do just as we please 'Cause 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 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