Storybook

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