Call Me the Breeze (Live at the Fillmore, 1997)

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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Writer(s): J.j. Cale
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