Storybook - Roger Creager
Written by：Roger Creager
Sometimes I sit in my backyard
I kick back and drink iced tea
I stare all the way to the ocean
And dream of how it would be
If I were a ship captain
Somewhere 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 aground
Then I'd bring old Ahab the tail
Yeah show old Ahab his tail
But I'm not a sailor outlaw man
Stuck here in the promise land
Living hard living free
I'm a dreamer that's what I got
Here want he goes my last shot
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 in mine
I'd know we'd run from trouble
But I'm sure it's what we'd find
When you're out of the frying pan into the fire
Who cares what you leave behind
But I'd probably fall in love down there
And I known I go to jail
When you fall in love with a rich man's daughter
Who's gonna go your bail
Mm I hate them Mexican jails
Ever I'm not a outlaw
I'm just a man living here in the promise land
Working hard and living free
Yeah I'm a dreamer that's so I got
Yeah here goes one last shot
I hope someday they're dreaming about me
I'd love to go rafting the water
Riding the mighty Mississippi
I'd float around from town to town causing trouble
Then I'd give 'em the slip
That rever take me back
To the days young Huck Finn
I'd sleep all day and smoke all night
And play tricks on old Jim
Yeah think I'd like old Jim
Yeah I'm not a runaway
I'm just a man stuck here in the promise land
Living hard and living free
Yeah I'm a dreamer that's what I got
Oh but friends here might I shot
I hope someday they're dreaming about me
Well I hope someday they read about me
Sometimes I sit in my backyard
And I dream of how it would be
