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The Story Behind "Dreamer"
Every journey has a beginning. Written when Jerry Goebel was just 16 years old, "Dreamer" was the very first song he ever penned. While it may not carry the complex lyrical development of his later, award-winning works, it holds the raw, unfiltered spark of a young person looking at the world and daring to imagine something better.
It became the foundation for a lifetime of creative resistance. Written just before a nine-year journey surviving on the road, "Dreamer" is a raw, acoustic tribute to resilience and the relentless pursuit of hope. Traveling across America with nothing but a sleeping bag and an acoustic guitar, Jerry penned this track as an anthem for the underdogs, the visionaries, and everyone who refuses to let institutional barriers crush their spirit.
A modern-day Don Quixote with a guitar for a pony, Jerry proves that whether plucking strings "for bums or kings," an uncompromised voice is the ultimate antidote to systemic despair. Download the remastered track today, listen to where the music began, and fuel your spirit for the movement.
Lyrics:
[Verse]
I’ll sing tonight and be long gone tomorrow
Long enough, to bring you a new melody.
I’ll weave my dreams, like a tapestry and it would be just for you
Let you in and out of what I believe
I’ve been called a fool for the things I do and the hope that I’m beholden’ to
But I don’t regret any day I’ve met for a dime a song like a two-bit prophet [D7]
[Chorus]
Oh don’t you see there’s a dreamer, inside of this young singer
Can you see the honesty inside this clown
Can you see the Don Quixote with a guitar for a pony
and a rain-soaked cowboy hat instead of a crown
[Verse]
Now a tumble-weed ain’t got nothing on me
And neither does the wind
I’ve been around, I’ve been up and down
And then I’ve been back again.
I’ve plucked these strings
for bums and kings on streets and in chateaus
But I don’t regret any day I’ve met for a dime a song
’Cause it’s the only thing I know
[Chorus]
Oh don’t you see there’s a dreamer, inside of this young singer
Can you see the honesty inside this clown
Can you see the Don Quixote with a guitar for a pony
and a rain-soaked cowboy hat instead of a crown
[Outro]
I’ll sing tonight and be long gone tomorrow
The Story Behind "Dreamer"
Every journey has a beginning. Written when Jerry Goebel was just 16 years old, "Dreamer" was the very first song he ever penned. While it may not carry the complex lyrical development of his later, award-winning works, it holds the raw, unfiltered spark of a young person looking at the world and daring to imagine something better.
It became the foundation for a lifetime of creative resistance. Written just before a nine-year journey surviving on the road, "Dreamer" is a raw, acoustic tribute to resilience and the relentless pursuit of hope. Traveling across America with nothing but a sleeping bag and an acoustic guitar, Jerry penned this track as an anthem for the underdogs, the visionaries, and everyone who refuses to let institutional barriers crush their spirit.
A modern-day Don Quixote with a guitar for a pony, Jerry proves that whether plucking strings "for bums or kings," an uncompromised voice is the ultimate antidote to systemic despair. Download the remastered track today, listen to where the music began, and fuel your spirit for the movement.
Lyrics:
[Verse]
I’ll sing tonight and be long gone tomorrow
Long enough, to bring you a new melody.
I’ll weave my dreams, like a tapestry and it would be just for you
Let you in and out of what I believe
I’ve been called a fool for the things I do and the hope that I’m beholden’ to
But I don’t regret any day I’ve met for a dime a song like a two-bit prophet [D7]
[Chorus]
Oh don’t you see there’s a dreamer, inside of this young singer
Can you see the honesty inside this clown
Can you see the Don Quixote with a guitar for a pony
and a rain-soaked cowboy hat instead of a crown
[Verse]
Now a tumble-weed ain’t got nothing on me
And neither does the wind
I’ve been around, I’ve been up and down
And then I’ve been back again.
I’ve plucked these strings
for bums and kings on streets and in chateaus
But I don’t regret any day I’ve met for a dime a song
’Cause it’s the only thing I know
[Chorus]
Oh don’t you see there’s a dreamer, inside of this young singer
Can you see the honesty inside this clown
Can you see the Don Quixote with a guitar for a pony
and a rain-soaked cowboy hat instead of a crown
[Outro]
I’ll sing tonight and be long gone tomorrow