| Lyrics: | (Winchester)
Life is just too short for some folks, for other folks it just drags on.
Some
folks like the taste of smokey whiskey, others figure tea's too strong.
Well, I'm the type of
guy who wants to stand in the middle,
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth.
Me, I
want to live with my feet in Dixie and my head in the cool blue north.
In a small suburban
garden, not a single neighbor knows our name.
I know the woman wishes we would move where the
houses aren't all the same.
Say Johnny, I would like to go where the grass is greener, I
couldn't really say where it may be.
But some place high on a mountain top, down by the deep
blue sea.
And there, we'll do just as we please. It ain't nothing but a breeze.
One day
I'll be old gray Grandpa, all the pretty girls will call me "Sir."
Now when they're asking me
how things are, soon they'll ask me how things were.
Well, I don't mind being an old gray
Grandpa as long as you'll be my gray Grandma.
But I think we should move with our tea and
cookies to the shade of the old pawpaw.
There we'll do just as we please, It ain't nothing
but a cool breeze.
Life is just too short for some folks, for other folks it just drags
on.
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey, others figure tea's too strong.
Well, I'm
the type of guy who wants to stand in the middle,
I don't like all this bouncing back and
forth.
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie and my head in the cool blue north.
Me, I
want to live with my feet in Dixie and my head in the cool blue north. |
