Roger Creager - Storybook Lyrics
Roger CreagerSometimes I sit in my backyard, I kick back and drink iced teaI stare all the way to the ocean and dream of how it would beIf I were a ship captain somewhere or an old fashioned sailor at seaOr a stowed away pirate just down below hiding and praying the law dont find meMaybe I'd sail from Nantucket chasing the great white whaleOh without a sound, I'd run him aground then I'd bring old Ahab the tailYeah I'd bring old Ahab his tailChorus:But I'm not a (sailor, outlaw, runaway),I'm just a man stuck here in the promise landLiving hard and living freeI'm a dreamer that's what I got, Oh but here goes one last shotI hope someday they're dreaming about meSometimes I dream Im a cowboy around 1949Id cross the border on horseback with a real close buddy of mineId know we'd run from trouble but Im sure its what we'd findWhen you're out of the frying pan into the fire, who cares what you leave behindI know i'd fall in love down there and I'd probably end up in jailWhen you fall in love with a rich man's daughter, 'who's gonna go your bailOhhh i hate them Mexican jails---ChorusI'd love to go rafting the waters. riding the mighty MississippiI'd float around from town to town causing trouble then I'd give'em the slipThat water could take me back to the days of old Huck FinnI'd sleep all day and smoke all night and play tricks on old JimYeah I'd think I'd like old Jim
