I'm just breezin' along with the breeze,

Trailing the rails, I'm a roamin' the seas.

Like the birdies that sing in the trees,

Pleasin' to live, livin' to please.

The sky is the only roof I have over my head,

And when I'm weary, mother nature makes me a bed.

I'm just goin' along as I please,

Breezin' along with the breeze.

The sky is the only roof I have over my head,

And when I'm weary, mother nature makes me a bed.

I'm just goin' along as I please,

Breezin' along with the breeze.

Words and Music by Haven Gillespie,

Seymour Simons and Richard Whiting, 1926