| 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.
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| 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, but that ain’t like me.
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| 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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| And I guess I grew up a loner,
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| Don’t remember ever having any folks around.
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| So I keep thumbing through the phone books
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| And looking for my daddy’s name in every town.
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| And I meet lots of friendly people
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| But I always wind up leaving on the land.
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| Hey, where I’ve been, where I’m born didn’t take a lot of knowing,
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| And I got a lot of questions about what 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 feel the tattooist’s needle
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| So I just dream, keep on bein' the way I am.
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| Hey, I’m not bragging or complaining,
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| I’m just talking to myself man to man.
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| And I just dream, keep on bein' the way I am.
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| Yodel-eh-te-ho, ho-te. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Way I Am , by - Bonnie "Prince" Billy. Song from the album Ask Forgiveness, in the genre Альтернатива