The Breeze

There's a sign on the windshield ready to blow I'm gonna take you to the places you don't already know Let's go back to Carolina Baton Rouge, Louisiana Highway 40 to Savannah Memphis Blues in Tennessee Catch a red eye in Jamaica Vera-cruzin' Winnebaga We don't need no navigator While we're floatin' with the breeze We can busk on the side if we run out of gas And get another hundred miles inside an old Folgers can Trailblazin' with the map closed Kickin' rubble on them backroads County lines and limit signs are flying by Like they've got somewhere to go Won't you take a Michigander At Ohio Miamiander Right down to Mobile, Alabama We're set to sail the seven seas Nappin' hard under a palm tree Skinny dippin' in a hot spring Laughin', lovin', livin' lately While we're floatin' with the breeze Oh mama you're so fine You really blow my mind The way you move me Run up and down your curves I'm at a loss for words Take me away Oh mama you're so fine You really blow my mind The way you move me Run up and down your curves I'm at a loss for words Take me away We've gone miles and miles down road after road Think I'll smile for a while til I'm ready to go Right on back to Carolina Baton Rouge, Louisiana Highway 40 to Savannah Memphis Blues in Tennessee Catch a red eye in Jamaica Veracruzin' Winnebaga We don't need no navigator While we're floatin' with the breeze Well let's go back to Carolina Baton Rouge, Louisiana Highway 40 to Savannah Memphis Blues in Tennessee Catch a red eye in Jamaica Veracruzin' Winnebaga We don't need no navigator While we're floatin' with the breeze We don't need no navigator While we're floatin' with the breeze