CALL ME THE BREEZE



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.



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.



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.

Now well, I dig you Georgia peaches, makes me feel right at home.

But I don't love me no one woman so I cant 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.



- John Cale