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Wish I was down on some blue bayou With a bamboo cane stuck in the sand. But the road I'm on don't seem to go there, So I just dream, keep on bein' the way I am. Wish I enjoyed what makes my living, Did what I do with a willin' hand. Some would run, but that ain't like me. I just dream, keep on bein' the way I am. The way I am don't fit my shackles. The way I am, reality. I can almost see that bobber dancin'. So I just dream, keep on bein' the way I am. And I guess I grew up a loner, Don't remember ever having any folks around. So I keep thumbing through the phone books And looking for my daddy's name in every town. And I meet lots of friendly people But I always wind up leaving on the land. Hey, where I've been, where I'm born didn't take a lot of knowing, And I got a lot of questions about what I am. The way I am don't fit my shackles. SongtexteThe way I am, reality. I can almost feel the tattooist's needle So I just dream, keep on bein' the way I am. Hey, I'm not bragging or complaining, I'm just talking to myself man to man. And I just dream, keep on bein' the way I am. Yodel-eh-te-ho, ho-te. Aus Songtexte Mania