Folks are blessed who make the best of everyday Living by their own philosophy Everyone beneath the sun must find a way And I have found the only way for me
I don't believe in frettin' and grievin'; Why mess around with strife I never was cut out to step and strut out. Give me the simple life.
Some find it pleasant dining on pheasant. Those things roll off my knife; Just serve me tomatoes; and mashed potatoes; Give me the simple life.
A cottage small if all I'm after, Not one that's spacious and wide. A house that rings with joy and laughter And the ones you love inside.
Some like the high road, I like the low road, Free from the care and strife. Sounds corny and seedy, but yes, indeed-y; I like the simple life.
Life could be thrilling with one who's willing To be a farmer's wife Kids calling me pappy could sure make me happy Give me the simple life
Someday when I'm awfully low When the world is cold I will feel a glow Just thinking of you And the way you look tonight
Oh but you're lovely With your smile so warm And your cheeks so soft There is nothing for me But to love you Just the way you look tonight
With each word Your tenderness grows Tearing my fear apart And that laugh That wrinkles your nose Touches my foolish heart you're so lovely never never change Keep that breathless charm Won't you please arrange it Cause I love you Just the way you look tonight
you're so lovely never never change Keep that breathless charm Won't you please arrange it Cause I love you Just the way you look tonight
I hear her voice in my mind I know her face by heart Heaven and earth are moving in my soul I don't know where to start Tell me tell me the workds to define The way I feel about someone so fine
*How do you talk to an angel How do you hold her close to where you are How do you talk to an angel It's like trying to catch a falling star
At night I dream that she is there And I can feel her in the air Tell me tell me the words to define The way I feel about someone so fine
Seems I got to have a change in scene, 'Cause every night I have the strangest dreams. Imprisoned by the way things used to be, yeah, Left here on my own or so it seems. I got to leave before I start to scream, 'Cause somebody locked the door and took the key.
*Feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself. Feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself.
Oooo, Oooo, Oooo, Oooo, Oooo-ooo.
Baby, you sure took me on one big ride, And, even now I sit and wonder why. Then, when I think of you, I start to cry, I know I can't get upset and I must keep dry. I got to stop believin' in all your lies, 'Cause I got too much to do before I die.