Simple pleasure
A loaf of bread a jug of wine
Simple pleasure suits me fine
Mornin’ coffee black and sweet
Walkin’ shoes that fit my feet
My own bed to sleep at night
Same old same old’s what I like
A rollin’ stone that’s found its place
Unconfused and full of grace
Two four -seven -three six five
Couldn’t feel much more alive
Driftin’ through the grand design
Simple pleasure suits me fine
I don’t know but I been told
The road to hell is paved with gold
Never seen that highway yet
‘Cause I’m as poor as I can get
A loaf of bread a jug of wine
Simple pleasure suits me fine
Thanks,man.
A cool representation of Americana Blues. The lead riffing works well here. Your lyric are simple pleasures that suit me fine too..well done!