Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd
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
Oh, and that's the way it's supposed to be
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
Well, now 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
Well, now they 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
Ooh Mr. Breeze