A
D
A
They call me the breeze, I keep blowing down the road
E
D
A
I ain’t got me nobody, I ain’t carrying me no load
D
A
There ain’t no change in the weather, ain’t no change in me
E
D
A
I ain’t hiding from nobody, nobody’s hiding from me
A
D
A
E
D
A
D
A
I got that green light, baby, I got to keep moving on
E
D
A
I might go out to California, might go down to Georgia, I don’t know
E
A
D
