Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell & Robbyn Kirmssé
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Steve Tyrell
Folks are blessed who make the best of everyday
Living by their own philosophy
Everyone who needs the sun must find a way
And I have found the only way for me
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
With 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, indeed-y;
I like the simple life
Life could be thrillin' with one whose willin'
To be a farmers wife
Kids calling me pappy sure makes me happy
Give me the simple life