They call me the breeze, I keep blowing down the road
They call me the breeze, I keep blowing down the road
I ain't got me nobody, I ain't carrying me no load
Ain't no change in the weather, ain't no change in me
Ain't no change in the weather, ain't no change in me
I ain't hiding from nobody, ain't nobody hiding from me
I've got that green light, baby, I've got to keep moving on
I've got that green light, baby, I've got to keep moving on
I might go out to California, might go down to Georgia, might go home
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