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