| Life is just too short for some folks
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| For other folks it just drags on
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| Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
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| Others figure tea’s too strong
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| Well, I’m the type of guy who wants to ride the middle
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| I don’t like all this bouncing back and forth
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| Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
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| And my head in the cool blue north
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| In a small suburban garden
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| Not a single neighbour knows our name
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| I know the woman wishes we would move some place
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| Where the houses aren’t all the same
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| Jesse, I wish you would take me where the grass is greener
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| I couldn’t really say where it may be
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| Oh, some place high on a mountain top
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| Or down by the deep blue sea
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| And there we’ll do just as we please
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| It ain’t nothing but a breeze
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| One day I’ll be old gray Grandpa
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| All the pretty girls will call me «Sir»
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| Now where they’re asking me how things are
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| Soon they’ll ask me how things are
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| Well, I don’t mind being an old gray Grandpa
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| As long as you’ll be my gray Grandma
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| But I wish we would move with our tea and cookies
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| To the shade of the old pawpaw
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| There we’ll do just as we please
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| It ain’t nothing but a breeze
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| Life is just too short for some folks
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| For other folks it just drags on
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| Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
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| Others figure tea’s too strong
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| Well, I’m the type of guy who wants to ride in the middle
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| I don’t like all this bouncing back and forth
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| Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
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| And my head in the cool blue north |