Troubadour

Still feel 25,
Most of the time.
I still raise a little cain with the boys.
Honky tonk and pretty woman.
Lord I’m still right there with them.
Singing above the crowd and the noise.
Sometimes I feel like Jesse James,
Still trying to make a name.
Knowing nothings gonna change what I am.
I was a young troubadour,
When I rode in on a song.
And I’ll be an old troubadour,
When I’m gone.
Well, The truth about a mirror,
It’s that a damn old mirrow.
Don’t really tell the whole truth,
It don’t show what’s deep inside.
Oh read between the lines,
It’s really no reflection of my youth.
I was a young troubadour,
When I rode in on a song.
And I’ll be an old troubadour,
When I’m gone.
I’ll be an old troubadour,
When I’m gone.