Sing!
Call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
Well now they call me the breeze, babe
And I keep blowin’ down the road
And I ain’t got me nobody
And I don’t carry me no load
But ain’t no change in the weather
Ain’t no changes in me (you’ll see it)
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 Atlanta, 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
Oh! Oh-oh, yeah, Eh-yeah
Well I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home (yes sir)
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
(You sing it out loud now)
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road (yes sir)
Well now they call me the breeze, babe
I keep blowin’ down the road
And I ain’t got me nobody
I don’t carry me no load
Oh-oh-oh Lord
Atlanta, Georgia make some breeze
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