Give Me The Simple Life (From Father Of The Bride, Pt. Ii)

Folks are blessed who make the best of everyday
Living by their own philosophy
Everyone beneath the sun must find a way
And I have found the only way for me

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
With the one 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
I like the simple life

Life could be thrilling with one who's willing
To be a farmer's wife
Kids calling me pappy sure make me happy
Give me the simple life