The Breeze Lyrics

There's a sign on the windshield ready to blow

I'm gonna take you to the places you don't already know

Let's go back to Carolina

Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Highway 40 to Savannah

Memphis Blues in Tennessee

Catch a red eye in Jamaica

Vera-cruzin' Winnebaga

We don't need no navigator

While we're floatin' with the breeze

We can busk on the side if we run out of gas

And get another hundred miles inside an old Folgers can

Trailblazin' with the map closed

Kickin' rubble on them backroads

County lines and limit signs are flying by

Like they've got somewhere to go

Won't you take a Michigander

At Ohio Miamiander

Right down to Mobile, Alabama

We're set to sail the seven seas

Nappin' hard under a palm tree

Skinny dippin' in a hot spring

Laughin', lovin', livin' lately

While we're floatin' with the breeze

Oh mama you're so fine

You really blow my mind

The way you move me

Run up and down your curves

I'm at a loss for words

Take me away

Oh mama you're so fine

You really blow my mind

The way you move me

Run up and down your curves

I'm at a loss for words

Take me away

We've gone miles and miles down road after road

Think I'll smile for a while til I'm ready to go

Right on back to Carolina

Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Highway 40 to Savannah

Memphis Blues in Tennessee

Catch a red eye in Jamaica

Veracruzin' Winnebaga

We don't need no navigator

While we're floatin' with the breeze

Well let's go back to Carolina

Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Highway 40 to Savannah

Memphis Blues in Tennessee

Catch a red eye in Jamaica

Veracruzin' Winnebaga

We don't need no navigator

While we're floatin' with the breeze

We don't need no navigator

While we're floatin' with the breeze