(J.J. Cale)

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