Nothing But A Breeze — John Denver

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. 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 and my head in the cool blue north.

In a small suburban garden not a single neighbour knows our name. I know that the woman wishes we could move where the houses aren't all the same. Say, Johnny, I would like to go where the grass is greener. I couldn't really say where it might be. But some place high on a mountaintop down by the deep blue sea. There we'll do just as we please, 'cause it ain't nothing but a breeze.

Someday I'll be your great grandpa. All the pretty girls will call me Sir. Now when they're asking me how things are. Soon they'll ask me how things were. I don't mind being an old grey grandpa as long as you'll be my great grandma. And I think we should move with our tea and cookies to the shade of the old Pau Pau.

There we'll do just as we please, 'cause it ain't nothing but a cool 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. 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 and 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.