| Give Me the Simple Life |
1945
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Key of Eb
Fm7
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 dinning 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 and 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, indeedy; give me the simple life!
Living I find is best when your mind is keen as a carving knife.
I’m crazy about sleep, can’t do without sleep. Give me the simple life!
I love to whittle and play a little tune on a ten-cent fife.
I don’t aim to worry, hustle or hurry; give me the simple life.
I greet the dawn when I awaken, the sky is clear up above.
I like my scrambled eggs and bacon served by someone I love.
Life could be thrilling with one who’s willing to be a farmer’s wife;
Kids calling me pappy would make me happy; give me the simple life!
