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
I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me But I keep on workin' like a workin' man do And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you
have a care He used to own an old Dobro, used to play it across his knee I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me Play me a song Curtis
for me son if you can? Forget your lust for the rich man's gold All that you need is in your soul And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that
this life that I live has took me everywhere There ain't no place that I ain't never gone But it's kind of like the saying that you heard so many times