Can't nobody bring me down, down, down, down, down I feel good, today Can't nobody bring me down And I just got paid, and I think I'm gonna hit the town Can't nobody bring me My truck A/C is broken That Georgia breeze is blowin' I'm feelin' easy goin'

Way too long Dead and gone Looking out my window Wonder how it came to be Feels just like a tempo Lifted by a gentle breeze Ugly as a suitcase

Shine on you crazy diamond Nobody knows where you are How near or how far Pile on many more layers And I'll be joining you there And we'll bask in the shadow Of yesterday's triumph And sail on the steel breeze Come on you boy child You winner and loser

Joshua, Joshua Me and Joshua Well a good ways down the railroad track There was this little old rundown shack And in it lived a man I'd never seen Folks said he was a mean and a vicious man And you better not set foot on his land But I didn't think

It almost feels like it was just a dream All these memories of you and me So far from home Brave enough to take this road Out on my own Blown away in the summer breeze It almost feels like we just never were All the time we spent was just a blur

Everything is not what it seems Because everything is not what it seems Well, you know everything's gonna be a breeze That the end will no doubt justify the means You can fix any problem at the slightest ease Yes, please Well, you might find out it'll go

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks You sang me a song as pure as the breeze Blowing up the road to glenaveigh I sat for a while at the cross at finnoe Where young lovers would meet when the

It's not somewhere else One day at a time It holds us like a phantom The touch is like a breeze It shines its understanding See the moon smiling Open on all channels Ready to receive And we're not at the mercy

I'm in with the in crowd It feels nice, it feels nice Any time of the year, don't you hear I'm in the in crowd I go where the in crowd goes And I know what the in crowd knows Dressing fine, making time We breeze up and down the street We get respect from

They call me the breeze As I keep rollin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I ain't carrying me no load Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no change in me I got that green light babe Here's one of your old Rock & Roll favorites, friends Shuffle on