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; Give me the 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 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 pappy sure make(s) me happy Give me the simple life.