Time Traveler

Modern times and politics tend to leave me cold So I close my eyes and fantasize about the days of old I’d travel back to Nottingham to serve the common good And join the ranks of Little John, Friar Tuck and Robin Hood I would be dashing and daring with my sword raised in the air Fighting kings and princes for the hand of my lady fair Sometimes I’d be a pirate, rollicking fun and pleasure Sailing with Long John Silver, looking for buried treasure I’d travel back to Ancient Egypt in the hot desert sand Aid the escape by Moses to find the Promised Land In Ireland you might find me, hiding out in a little town Helping my fellow countrymen rebel against the crown Then I’d be a cowboy riding the bull in the rodeo Or standing side by side with Sam Bowie in Old San Antonio Oh to be in Philadelphia in seventeen seventy five Declaring independence, bringing liberty alive In seventeen eighty nine, with a heart that’s filled with zeal I would help the proud French citizens in storming the Bastille I’d be a rebel and a cowboy, a pirate and a king A bandit and a movie star, I’d laugh and dance and sing.