Crazy mama, where you been so long?. Crazy mama, where you been so long?. Been hiding out, know that's true. Crazy mama, I sure need you. Crazy mama, where you been so long?.
Whoop, Whoop. . Clyde plays electric bass,. Plays it with finese and grace. Set on a porch, ain't got no shoes. Pickin' the bass and singin' the blues.
Call me the breeze. I keep blowin down the road. Well now they call me the breeze. I keep blowin down the road. I aint got me nobody. I dont carry me no load.
Woke up Sunday morning. She's a hangover. I can't get over. My head is always pounding. The pain is blinding. My mind is unwinding. . chorus:. I call up her machine.
It ain't easy drying. these crying eyes of mine. it ain't easy drying. these crying eyes of mine. i get so lonely, lonely, lonely. it ain't easy drying.
Crazy mama, where you been so long. Crazy mama, where you been so long. You've been hiding out, I know that's true. . Crazy mama, I sure need you. Crazy mama, where you been so long.
Clyde plays electric bass. Plays it with finesse and grace. Sit on the porch without no shoes. A-picking the bass and singing the blues. . Misery loves company.
Somebody call for the doctor, I think I'm sick. Ain't had my medicine in over a week. My mind's fine but my body feels weak. Call the doctor, I think I'm sick.
They call me the breeze. I keep blowing down the road. They call me the breeze. I keep blowing down the road. . I ain't got me nobody. I ain't carrying me no load.
Call me the breeze. I keep blowin' down the road. Well now they call me the breeze. I keep blowin' down the road. I ain't got me nobody. I don't carry me no load.
(J.J. Cale). It ain't easy drying these crying eyes of mine. It ain't easy drying these crying eyes of mine. I get so lonely, lonely, lonely. It ain't easy drying these crying eyes of mine.
(J.J. Cale). Crazy mama, where you been so long?. Crazy mama, where you been so long?. You've been hiding out, I know that's true. Crazy mama, I sure need you.
(J.J. Cale, W. Beavers). Clyde plays electric bass. Plays it with finesse and grace. Sit on the porch without no shoes. A-picking the bass and singing the blues.
(J.J. Cale). Somebody call for the doctor, I think I'm sick. Ain't had my medicine in over a week. My mind's fine but my body feels weak. Call the doctor, I think I'm sick.
(J.J. Cale). Call me the breeze. I keep blowin' down the road. Well now, they call me the breeze. I keep blowin' down the road. I ain't got me nobody.