Nothing But a Breeze

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