Well, now they call me the breeze, and I keep blowin' down the road
Well, now they call me the breeze, and I keep blowin' down the road
But I ain't got me nobody, so I don't care to be no blow
No, no
Now, there ain't no change in the weather, ain't no changes in me
There ain't no change in the weather, ain't no changes in me
Well, I ain't hidin' from nobody, nobody's hidin' from me
That's the way it's supposed to be
It's supposed to be
It's supposed to be
It's supposed to be
It's supposed to be
Well, I gotta keep movin' on
Well, I got that green light, baby
Well, I gotta keep movin' on
Might go up to California
Might go to Georgia, I don't know
Well, I drink your Georgia peaches
Makes me feel good
Makes me feel right at home
Well, I drink your Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I don't love me no one, woman
So I can't stay in Georgia long
Well, now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well, now they call me the breeze
Well, now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
But I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
Mr. Green