dakota staton
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 house 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 care and strife. Sounds corny and seedy, but yes, indeed-y; Give me the simple life.