Give Me The Simple Life

I don't believe in frettin' and grievin';
 Why mess around with strife?
 I never was cut out to step and strut out.
 Give me the simple life.
 Some find it pleasant dining on pheasant.
 Those things roll off my knife;
 Just serve me tomatoes; and mashed potatoes;
 Give me the simple life.
 A cottage small is all I'm after,
 Not one that's spacious and wide.
 A house that rings with joy and laughter
 And the ones you love inside.
 Some like the high road, I like the low road,
 Free from the care and strife.
 Sounds corny and seedy, but yes, indeedy;
 Give me the simple life.