Call Me the Breeze (Live) - Hard To Handle & John Michaelz

Here's one of your old rock 'n' roll favorites, friend Shuffle on down to Broadway 1, 2 1, 2 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 Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no change in me Ain't no change in the weather No change in me I ain't hiding from nobody Ain't nobody hiding from me I got that green light, babe I got to keep moving on I got that green light, babe I got to keep moving on I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia

The holy hills of Heaven call me To mansions bright across the sea Where loved ones wait and crowns are given When the hills of home keep calling me This house of flesh is but a prison Bars of bone hold my soul But the doors of clay are gonna burst wide open When the angel sets my spirit free I'll take my flight like a mighty eagle When the hills of home start calling me I see loved ones over yonder Tears are gone and hearts are free And from the throne king Jesus beckons Oh the hills of home are calling me This house of flesh is but a prison Bars of bone hold my soul But the doors of clay are gonna burst wide open When the angel sets my spirit free and I'll take my flight like a mighty eagle When the hills of home start calling me When the hills of home start calling me This house of flesh is but a prison Bars of bone hold my soul But the doors of clay are gonna burst wide open When the angel sets my spirit free and I'll take my flight like a mighty eagle When the hills of home start calling me When the hills of home start calling me