In a small suburban garden
In the shade of the old mas saw?
And there we'll do just as we please
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
Well, I don't mind bein' an old boring grandpa
Jimmy, I wish you would take me where the grass is greener
For other folks it just drags on
Me I want to live with my flip flops in Dixie
It ain't nothin' but a breeze
Now I'm the type of guy who likes it right down the middle
Some folks like the taste of smooth tequila
All the pretty girls will call me, "Sir"
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
Some folks like the taste of smoky whiskey
One day soon I'll be a grandpa
Soon they'll ask me how things were
Where the houses aren't all the same
Not a single neighbor knows our name
Somewhere high up on a mountain top
Others figure tea is too strong
Life is just too short for some folks
Can I suggest we have little cool corn salad
And my head in the cool blue North
And my head in the cool blue North
I'm the type of guy who likes it right down the middle
I know the woman wishes we could move somewhere
If you'll be my awesome grandma
Or down by the deep blue sea
Now where they're asking me how things are
It ain't nothin' but a breeze
I really couldn't say where it may be
And there we'll do just as we please
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth
Others figure tea is too strong
