Call Me the Breeze (Live at the Fillmore, 1997)

Well, they call me the breeze I keep rolling down the road Well, they call me the breeze I keep rolling down the road I ain't had it from nobody I ain't carrying me no load But I've got that green light, baby I got to be moving on I've got that green light, baby I got to be moving on I might go out to California Might go South, but I don't know Hey, come on, boy I've got that green light, baby I got to be moving on And I've got that green light, baby I got to be moving on I might go out to California Might go South, but I don't know Let the piano play one more time Oh, let him play, let him play, let him play Play on, let the boy play, let the boy play And I've got that green light, baby I got to be moving on I've got that green light, baby I got to be moving on I might go out to California I might go South, but I don't know Well, they call me the breeze I keep rolling down the road Well, they call me the breeze I keep rolling down the road I ain't had it from nobody I ain't carrying me no load Oh, play on, my boy, come on, come on Oh, yeah Getting my attention this untamed piano