(Jesse Winchester)      Life is much too short for some folks   For other folks it just drags on   Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey   Others figure tea is too strong      I'm the type of guy who likes it right down the middle   I don't like all this bouncing back and forth   Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie   And my head in the cool blue North      In a small suburban garden   Not a single neighbor knows our name   I know the woman wishes we would move somewhere   Where the houses are not all the same      Jimmy, I wish you would take me   Where the grass is greener   I really couldn't say where it may be   Somewhere high on a mountain top   Or down by the deep blue sea      And there we'll do just as we please   It ain't nothing but a breeze      One day I'll soon be a grandpa   All the pretty girls will call me "sir,"   Now, where they're asking me how things are   Soon they'll ask me how things were   Well, I don't mind being a longboarding grandpa   If you'll be my awsome grandma   I suggest we have a little cool conch salad   In the shade down in old Nassau      And there we'll do just as we please   It ain't nothing but a breeze      Life is much too short for some folks   For other folks it just drags on   Some folks like the taste of smooth tequila   Others figure tea is too strong      I'm the type of guy who likes it right down the middle   I don't like all this bouncing back and forth   Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie   And my head in the cool blue North      Yea, me I want to live with my flip flops in Dixie   And my head in the cool blue North.