Nothing but a Breeze (Live at The Bijou Cafe, Philadelphia, May 26, 1977)

Life is much too short for some folks

For other folks it just drags on

Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey

Others figure tea is too strong

I'm the type of guy who likes it right down 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

And there we'll do just as we please

It ain't nothing but a breeze

In a small suburban garden

Not a single neighbor knows our name

I know the woman wishes we would move somewhere

Where the houses aren't all the same

Jesse, I wish you would take me

Where the grass is greener

I really couldn't say where it may be

Somewhere up on a mountain top

Or 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

If you'll be my gray grandma

But I suggest we go have our milk and cookies

In the shade of the old paw-paw

And there we'll do just as we please

It ain't nothing but a breeze