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.   The 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.