Andrija Tokic - The Breeze lyrics

Wide-eyed, white lines On down the road I slide God willing and the creek don't rise Well, I won't be home tonight Hey, don't that breeze feel nice I don't tell them where I'm going No, I'm just gone Tell your mama You ain't never coming home Go on and tell your papa You ain't never coming home Well, throw your dog a bone You're flying high, babe But you've got to [?] down I'll pick you up mama Set your feet back on the ground Well, can't you hear that sound? Don't tell them where we're going No, we're just gone