Well, they call me the breeze
I keep rolling down the road
Well, they call me the breeze
I keep rolling down the road
I ain't had it from nobody
I ain't carrying me no load
But I've got that green light, baby
I got to be moving on
I've got that green light, baby
I got to be moving on
I might go out to California
Might go South, but I don't know
Hey, come on, boy
I've got that green light, baby
I got to be moving on
And I've got that green light, baby
I got to be moving on
I might go out to California
Might go South, but I don't know
Let the piano play one more time
Oh, let him play, let him play, let him play
Play on, let the boy play, let the boy play
And I've got that green light, baby
I got to be moving on
I've got that green light, baby
I got to be moving on
I might go out to California
I might go South, but I don't know
Well, they call me the breeze
I keep rolling down the road
Well, they call me the breeze
I keep rolling down the road
I ain't had it from nobody
I ain't carrying me no load
Oh, play on, my boy, come on, come on
Oh, yeah
Getting my attention this untamed piano
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