From the recording Inside Out
Story song, clean folk, soaring fiddle
This is not autobiographical
Lyrics
I was born in Tennessee
To a righteous family
my dad he brought home the bacon
mom cooked it up in sunday
ah we were livin’ hmmm
Read a story bout a fisherman
lived on Lobsters from the sea
the rocky shores of the coast of Maine
Filled him with misty serenity
It got me dreamin’ hmm x2
I’m not a can-do kind of woman
It just wouldn’t occur to me
To climb the mountain in the distance
or sail alone upon the sea
I need someone to hold me
some strong kind and to take me there
oh I’d be livin’ hmm
yeah i’d be livin’ hmmm
I spent the years of my fleeting youth
finding a can-do kind of man
he never wanted more than Tennessee
He never even asked me
I was just Dreamin’ hmm
chorus
Last year I turned 42
and here I stand before you
I found me a can-do man
He took my heart and took my hand
to the Coast of Maine hmm
cause ,
I’m not a can-do kind of woman
It just wouldn’t occur to me
To climb the mountain in the distance
or sail upon the sea
I need someone to hold me
some strong kind and to take me there
and now I’m standing oaths mountain
won’t someone , pinch me
I must be dreamin’ hmm
I’m Dreaming’ x3