Breeze

"They call me the breeze, I keep blowing down the road
They call me the breeze, I keep blowing down the road
I aint got me nobody, I aint carrying me no load
Aint no change in the weather, aint no change in me
Aint no change in the weather, aint no change in me
I aint hidin from nobody, aint nobody hidin from me
I got that green light, babe, I got to keep moving on
I got that green light, babe, I got to keep moving on
I might go out to California, might go down to Georgia, might stay home"

(J. J. Cale, extrait // excerpt, Call me the breeze)