Folks are blessed
who make the best of every day
Liv ing by their own philosophy
Everyone
beneath the sun
must find a way
An d I have found the only way for
me
I don't believe in fret
ting and grieving
Why mess around with strife
I nev er was cut out to
step an d strut out,
give me the simple life.
Some fight it pleasant, doubt it unfeasant,
those thing s roll off my knife.
Just serve me tomatoes an
d mashed potatoes,
give me the simple life.
A cottage small is all I'm after,
Not one that's spacious an d wide,
A house that rings with joy and laughter,
An d the ones you love inside.
Some liked a high road,
I liked a low road,
Free from the carers' strife.
Sounds corny and seedy,
but yes, indeedy,
give me the simple life
I don't be lieve in
fretting and gripping
while
I mess around with strife
I never was cut out to step
a stride out,
give me the simple life
Some find it pleasant,
din ing unfeasant,
Those things roll off my knife.
Sour -made tomatoes an
d mashed potatoes
Give me a simple life.
A cottage small is 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 an d strife.
Sound s corny an d seedy,
But yes, indeedy,
Give me the simple life.
I cut it small, it's all I'm af ter
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 an d strife
Sounds corny and seedy
But yes, indeedy
Give me the simple life