Storybook — текст песни (Roger Creager)

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 or an old fashioned sailor at sea
Or a stowed away pirate just down below hiding and praying the law dont 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 I`d bring old Ahab his tail

Chorus:
But I`m not a (sailor, outlaw, runaway),
I`m just a man stuck here in the promise land
Living hard and living free
I`m a dreamer that`s what I got, Oh but here goes one last shot
I hope someday they`re dreaming about me

Sometimes I dream Im a cowboy around 1949
Id cross the border on horseback with a real close buddy of mine
Id know we`d run from trouble but Im sure its what we`d find
When you`re out of the frying pan into the fire, who cares what you leave behind
I know i`d 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 gonna go your bail
Ohhh i hate them Mexican jails---

Chorus

I`d love to go rafting the waters. riding the mighty Mississippi
I`d float around from town to town causing trouble then I`d give`em the slip
That water could take me back to the days of old Huck Finn
I`d sleep all day and smoke all night and play tricks on old Jim
Yeah I`d think I`d like old Jim