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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 ain t carrying 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 ain't hiding from nobody, nobody's hiding from me
I got that green light, baby, I got to keep moving on
I got that green light, baby, I got to keep moving on
I might go out to California, might go down to Georgia,
I don't know