Lyrics

DREAMING WITH THE KING (Skibbe)
© 2020, Coyote Tongue Music (ASCAP)

When I was young and skinny, man I thought I had it made
The girls would all be screaming when I stood up and played
But a million marquees later this ain’t no Graceland
I’m setting my go-to-work alarm, not exactly what I planned

But I’m dreaming
Dreaming with the King
Still dreaming
Dreaming with the King

I been rode hard, I been put away wet
Never thought about quitting ‘cause I ain’t finished yet
Now I’m hounddog tired, I think I’ll call this one a day
Lay these old bones down and let the night take me away

I’ll be dreaming
Dreaming with the King
Dreaming
Dreaming with the King

I’ll be down on Lonely Street
Wearing blue suede shoes
A sad teddy bear
All my Christmases turned blue

But I’ll be dreaming
Dreaming with the King

I wake up in the middle of the night
My hips are still twitching, my back is sore and tight
‘Cause I been dreaming
Dreaming with the King
Dreaming
Dreaming with the King
Dreaming with the King
Dreaming with the King

“I can’t go back to sleep now.
Maybe Mary can make me a
peanut butter and banana sandwich
For a mid…night…snack”