Nothing but a Breeze - John Denver

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