Текст песни Roger Creager - Storybook
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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