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Title: Storybook
Words and Music: Roger Creager
Sometimes I sit in my backyard. I kick back and drink Iced tea.
I stare all the way to the ocean and I dream of how it would be
If I were a ship captain somewhere or an old fashioned sailor at sea,
Or a stowed away pirate just down below hiding and praying the law don’t find me.
Maybe I’d sail from Nantucket chasing the great white whale.
Oh without a sound, I’d run him around then I’d bring old Ahab the tail.
Yeah I’d show old Ahab his tail.
But I’m not a sailor I’m just a man stuck here in the promised land.
Living hard and living free.
I’m a dreamer that’s what I got, Oh but here goes one last shot and I hope someday they’re dreaming about me.
Sometimes I dream I’m a cowboy around 1949.
I’d cross the border on horseback with a real close buddy of mine.
I’d know we’d run from trouble but I’m sure its what we’d find.
When you’re out of the frying pan into the fire, who cares what you leave behind.
I'll probably fall in love down there and I’d probably end up in jail.
When you fall in love with a rich man’s daughter, who’s going to go your bail?
Man I hate them Mexican jails.
But I’m not an outlaw I’m just a man stuck here in the promised land.
Living hard and living free.
I’m a dreamer that’s what I got, Oh but here goes one last shot and I hope someday they’re dreaming about me.
I’d love to go rafting the waters: riding the mighty Mississip.
I’d float around from town to town causing trouble then I’d give them the slip.
That water could take me back to the days of young Huck Finn.
I’d sleep all day and smoke all night and play tricks on old Jim.
Yeah I think I’d like old Jim.
But I’m not a runaway I’m just a man stuck here in the promised land.
Living hard and living free.
I’m a dreamer that’s what I got, Oh but here goes one last shot and I hope someday they’re dreaming about me.
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