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Roger

Sometimes I sit in my backyard, I kick back and drink tea
I stare all the way to the ocean and dream of how it be
If I were a ship somewhere or an old fashioned sailor at sea
Or a stowed away pirate just down below and praying the law dont find me
Maybe I'd sail from Nantucket chasing the great whale
Oh without a sound, I'd run him aground then I'd bring old Ahab the
Yeah I'd old Ahab his tail

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

Sometimes I Im a cowboy around 1949
Id cross the border on with a real close buddy of mine
Id we'd run from trouble but Im sure its what we'd find
When you're out of the frying pan the fire, who cares what you leave behind
I know i'd fall in love down there and I'd end up in jail
When you fall in love with a rich man's daughter, 'who's gonna go your
Ohhh i hate Mexican jails---

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