About The Song
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"Call Me the Breeze" is a classic rock song performed as a collaboration between Eric Clapton and JJ Cale. Originally written and recorded by Cale in 1971 for his album "Naturally," Clapton and Cale's rendition of the song appeared on their 2006 collaborative album "The Road to Escondido."
Clapton and Cale's version of "Call Me the Breeze" is characterized by its laid-back groove and bluesy guitar work. The song's catchy riff and infectious rhythm create a breezy musical backdrop that perfectly complements Clapton and Cale's smooth vocals.
Lyrically, "Call Me the Breeze" is a playful and carefree ode to the open road and the joy of freedom. The song's lyrics celebrate the thrill of adventure and the pleasure of living life on one's own terms, reflecting Cale's signature blend of blues, rock, and country influences.
Musically, the song features Clapton and Cale's effortless guitar playing, with soulful solos and melodic riffs that showcase their virtuosity as musicians. The song's dynamic arrangement and infectious energy make it a standout track on the album, capturing the spirit of camaraderie and musical synergy between Clapton and Cale.
Overall, "Call Me the Breeze" is a timeless rock anthem that highlights the talents of both Eric Clapton and JJ Cale. Its infectious groove and laid-back vibe make it a beloved favorite among fans of both artists, solidifying its status as a classic in the rock canon.
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Lyrics
Let’s sing along with the lyrics!
Call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well, now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
Ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
Well, there ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
And I ain't hidin' from nobody
Nobody's hidin' from me
Oh, that's the way it's supposed to be
Well, I got that green light, baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well, I got that green light, baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well, I might go out to California
Might go down to Georgia
I don't know
Well, I dig you, Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
Well, now I dig you, Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I don't love me no one woman
So I can't stay in Georgia long
Well, now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well, now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
Ooh, Mr. Breeze