Give Me the Simple Life - The Hit Co.
Folks are blessed who make the best of everyday
Living by their own philosophy everyone
Who needs 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;
A cottage small is all I'm after,
Not one that's spacious and wide.
A house that rings with joy and laughter
With 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 thrillin' with one whose willin'
To be a farmers wife it's calling me happy
Sure make(s) me happy