I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no changes in me Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Makes me feel right at home Call me the breeze

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

Does it diminish your Super-capacity to love Walk like a matador, Don't be chicken-shit And turn breezes into rivulets Flamenco-sweep the air And weave the sun And stamp your feet for everyone Does it exhibit your

Last of a dyin' breed Oh, feel the breeze, I've been around playin' and gamblin' but lord I'm free An open highway's all I'll ever need I hear that highway callin'! Saddle up baby, ride up close to me Last of the dyin' breed Got a pocket full of memories