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Nothing But A Breeze
- wykonawca: John Denver
- album: Seasons Of The Heart
Nothing But A Breeze
Life is just too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Others figure tea's too strong
Well, I'm the type of guy who wants to ride 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
In a small suburban garden
Not a single neighbour knows our name
I know the woman wishes we would move some place
Where the houses aren't all the same
Jesse, I wish you would take me where the grass is greener
I couldn't really say where it may be
Oh, some place high 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 are
Well, I don't mind being an old gray Grandpa
As long as you'll be my gray Grandma
But I wish we would move with our tea and cookies
To the shade of the old pawpaw
There we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze
Life is just too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Others figure tea's too strong
Well, I'm the type of guy who wants to ride in 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
Words and Music by Jesse Winchester
- album: Seasons Of The Heart
Nothing But A Breeze
Life is just too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Others figure tea's too strong
Well, I'm the type of guy who wants to ride 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
In a small suburban garden
Not a single neighbour knows our name
I know the woman wishes we would move some place
Where the houses aren't all the same
Jesse, I wish you would take me where the grass is greener
I couldn't really say where it may be
Oh, some place high 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 are
Well, I don't mind being an old gray Grandpa
As long as you'll be my gray Grandma
But I wish we would move with our tea and cookies
To the shade of the old pawpaw
There we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze
Life is just too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Others figure tea's too strong
Well, I'm the type of guy who wants to ride in 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
Words and Music by Jesse Winchester