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 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