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sexta-feira, 9 de agosto de 2013

Lynyrd Skynyrd - Call Me The Breeze





Call Me The Breeze
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, that's the way its 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