Well, I don't mind being an old gray grandpa
As long as you'll be my gray grandma
Well, I'm the kind of guy who likes to stand in the middle
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
In a small suburban garden
Where the houses aren't all the same
Not a single neighbor knows our name
Others figure tea's too strong
My head in the cool blue north
Down by the deep blue sea
Well, I'm the kind of guy who likes to stand in the middle
To the shade of the old pawpaw
I couldn't really say where it might be
It ain't nothing but a breeze
Some day, I'll be old gray grandpa
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Now where they're asking me, "How things are?"
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
Say Johny, I would like to go to where the grass is greener
Soon they'll ask me, "How things were?"
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth
My head in the cool blue north
But some place high on a mountain top
There we'll, we'll do just as we please
And I think we should move with our tea and cookies
There we'll do just as we please
Life is just too short for some folks
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
For other folks it just drags on
I know that the woman wishes we would move
'Cause it ain't nothing but a breeze
Others figure tea's too strong
All the pretty girls will call me, 'Sir'
I said me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
