J. J. Cale and Eric Clapton - After Midnight & Call Me The Breeze

J. J. Cale and Eric Clapton – After Midnight & Call me The Breeze – Live at Crossroads Guitar Festival.

Nothing like watching the greatest people in their field do what they do best!
JJ has played some of the most magical riffs in history!

Lyrics:
“After Midnight”
After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang out
After midnight, we’re gonna chug-a-lug and shout
We’re gonna cause talk and suspicion
Give an exhibition
Find out what it is all about
After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang out

After midnight, gonna shake your tambourine
After midnight, it’s gonna be peaches and cream
We’re gonna cause talk and suspicion
Give an exhibition
Find out what it is all about
After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang out

Yeah, we’re gonna cause talk and suspicion
Give an exhibition
Find out what it is all about
After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang out
After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang out
After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang out

Songwriters: John J. Cale

After Midnight lyrics © Wb Music Corp., Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Mijac Music, Roc Nation Music, Songs Of Roc Nation Music, Hi Mom I Did It, Dry Clam Music, Razor Heart Inc., Dorothy Martin Bmi Pub Designee, John Cale Music Inc.

“Call Me The Breeze”
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 its 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