George Strait - Troubadour

^FI still feel 25, ^Ammost of the time. ^FI still raise a little cain with the^F boys.

^FHonky tonk and pretty woman. ^AmLord I'm still right there with them. ^FSinging above the crowd and the ^Fnoise.

^FSometimes I feel like Jesse James, ^AmStill trying to make a name. ^FKnowing nothings gonna change wha^Ft I am. ^FI was a young troubadour, ^Amwhen I rode in on a song. ^Fand I'll be an old troubadour, F when I'm gone. F Am F F

^FWell, The truth about a mirror, ^AmIt's that a damn old mirrow. ^FDon't really tell the whol^Fe truth,

^AmOh read between the lines, ^Fit's really no reflection of m^Fy youth.

^FI was a young troubadour, ^Amwhen I rode in on a song. ^Fand I'll be an old troubadour, ^Fwhen I'm gone. ^{Am F}I'll be an old troubadour, ^Fwhen I'm gone.