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One, uh-a two
One, two, three, four
They call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road
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 change in me
There ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no change in me
I'm not hidin' from nobody
Nobody's hidin' fom me
I got that green light babe
I got to keep movin' on
I got that green light babe
I gotta keep movin' on
Well I might go up to Califonia
I might go down to Georgia
I don't know
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