Life is just too short for some folks For other folks it just drags on Some folks like the taste of smoky whiskey Others figure tea is too strong I'm the type of guy who likes it right down 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 could move somewhere Where the houses aren't all the same Jimmy, I wish you would take me where the grass is greener I really couldn't say where it may be Somewhere high up on a mountain top Or down by the deep blue sea And there we'll do just as we please It ain't nothin' but a breeze One day soon I'll be a grandpa All the pretty girls will call me, "Sir" Now where they're asking me how things are Soon they'll ask me how things were Well, I don't mind bein' an old boring grandpa If you'll be my awesome grandma Can I suggest we have little cool corn salad In the shade of the old mas saw? And there we'll do just as we please It ain't nothin' but a breeze Life is just too short for some folks For other folks it just drags on Some folks like the taste of smooth tequila Others figure tea is too strong Now I'm the type of guy who likes it right down 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 flip flops in Dixie And my head in the cool blue North © HOT KITCHEN MUSIC; WB MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com