by Steve Bassett & Robbin Thompson I woke up this morning The breeze blowing across my face I just had to look up above and thank somebody for this place Because He must have been have been thinking 'bout me When He planted that very first dogwood tree It's where I want to be Living in the sweet Virginia breeze
Take me out to the country I feel mighty good out there but when I get back to the city of the monuments it just doesn't matter where I hang my hat It's home to me The Blueridge Mountains tend to set me free It's where I want to be Living in the sweet Virginia breeze The sweet Virginia breeze
It wakes me up in the morning And rocks me to sleep at night You've got a red bird sitting on your window sill You know everything will be all right Living in the sweet Virginia breeze The sweet Virginia breeze
Well, sitting on my back porch I'm just watching the sun come up The sweet, sweet Virginia breeze is blowing ripples 'cross my coffee cup He must have been have been thinking 'bout me When He planted that very first dogwood tree and when that breeze starts blowing through the trees you know everything will be all right I'm living in the sweet Virginia breeze The sweet Virginia breeze
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