Call Me the Breeze - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Lynyrd Skynyrd - The Definitive Lynyrd Skynyrd Collection - Call Me the Breeze

Disc 1
01.	Free Bird (demo)
02.	Junkie (demo)
03.	He’s Alive (demo)
04.	One More Time (original version)
05.	Gimme Three Steps (original version)
06.	Trust (original version)
07.	Comin’ Home
08.	Mr. Banker (demo)
09.	Down South Jukin’ (demo)
10.	Truck Drivin’ Man (demo)
11.	I Ain’t the One (demo)
12.	Poison Whiskey (demo)
13.	Tuesday’s Gone
14.	Things Goin’ On
15.	Free Bird
Disc 2
01.	Sweet Home Alabama
02.	Was I Right or Wrong?
03.	Workin’ for MCA
04.	Don’t Ask Me No Questions
05.	Swamp Music
06.	The Ballad of Curtis Lowe
07.	The Needle and the Spoon
08.	Call Me the Breeze
09.	Saturday Night Special
10.	Made in the Shade
11.	Am I Losin’
12.	On the Hunt
13.	(I Got the) Same Old Blues
14.	Double Trouble (live)
15.	Roll Gypsy Roll
16.	All I Can Do Is Write About It (acoustic)
17.	Four Walls of Raiford (undubbed demo)
Disc 3
01.	Gimme Back My Bullets (live)
02.	Searchin’ (live)
03.	Simple Man (live)
04.	Crossroads (live)
05.	T for Texas (live)
06.	Whiskey Rock-A-Roller (live)
07.	Ain’t No Good Life
08.	What’s Your Name (alternate mix)
09.	Georgia Peaches
10.	What’s Your Name
11.	I Never Dreamed
12.	I Know a Little
13.	Honky Tonk Night Time Man
14.	That Smell
15.	You Got That Right

Call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load

Ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
Well there ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
And I ain't hiding from nobody
Nobody's hiding from me
Oh, that's the way it's supposed to be

Well, I got that green light baby
I got to keep moving on
Well, I got that green light baby
I got to keep moving on
Well, I might go out to California
Might go down to Georgia I don't know

Well, I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
Well, now I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I don't love me no one woman
So I can't stay in Georgia long

Well, now they call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road
Well, now they call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load

Ooh-ooh Mr. Breeze