| Wish I was down on some blue bayou
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| With a bamboo cane stuck in the sand
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| But the road I’m on, don’t seem to go there
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| So I just dream, keep on bein' the way I am Wish I enjoyed what makes my living
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| Did what I do with a willin' hand
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| Some would run, ah, but that ain’t like me So I just dream and keep on bein' the way I am.
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| The way I am, don’t fit my shackles
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| The way I am, reality
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| I can almost see that bobber dancin'
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| So I just dream, keep on bein' the way I am.
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| The way I am, don’t fit my shackles
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| The way I am, reality
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| I can almost see that bobber dancin'
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| So I just dream, keep on bein' the way I am.
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| I just dream, keep on bein' the way I am… |