Give Me The Simple Life

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 home 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 grief and strife

Sounds corny and seedy, but, yes, indeedy

Give me the simple life