Call Me The Breeze
j.j. cale, 1972
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Call me the breeze, I keep blowin' down the road.
Well now they call me the breeze, I keep blowin' down the road.
I ain't got me nobody, I don't carry me no load.
Ain't no change in the weather, ain't no changes in me.
Well there ain't no change in the weather, ain't no changes in me.
And I ain't hidin' from nobody, nobody's hidin' from me.
Well I got that green light baby, I got to keep movin' on.
Well I got that green light baby, I got to keep movin' on.
Well I might go out to California, might go down to Georgia, I don't know.
Well I dig you Georgia peaches, makes me feel right at home.
Now well, I dig you 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.