Blowing Along with the Wind

The pressure these days isn’t easy so they say
If you’re trying to get through this world
And if you’re going to make it
Then you’ve got to live in a hurry
This world they say may just end any day
And I know that it possibly could
But I can’t do nothing about it
So why should I worry
I grew my hair long and sang a protest song
And offered myself to this world
Doing my best in the
Search and the quest for the white dove
But I always knew I was just passing through
And the trip has been rocky and long
And through all the changes
There’s one thing I sure can be proud of
I’m just blowing along with the wind
Taking it all in stride
Thankful for every minute God gives me
Going along for the ride
Holding my woman’s hand
Helping out when I can
Living the one life I own
One day at a time
I have lived down in some jerk water towns
Where the side-walks are rolled up by ten
And I’ve been a swinger
And drifted the heart of a big town
I’ve had some low rides and walked on the wild side
And it’s all been good in its way
I’ve had some high-old times
And yeah, I’ve had some let downs