About the song
**George Strait’s** ‘Troubadour’ – a song that resonates with anyone who’s lived a little, seen a bit of the world, and understands the quiet wisdom that comes with time. It’s not just a song; it’s a reflection, a musical portrait of a life well-lived, and a nod to the journey itself.
Released in 2008, this title track from his album of the same name, ‘Troubadour’, feels like a comfortable conversation with an old friend. Strait, with his smooth, unmistakable voice, takes us on a stroll down memory lane. He sings of the experiences that shape us, the roads we travel, and the lessons we learn along the way. It’s the kind of song that makes you pause, think about your own path, and appreciate the moments that have brought you to where you are.
The beauty of ‘Troubadour’ lies in its simplicity and honesty. There’s no pretense, no over-the-top theatrics – just genuine storytelling, delivered with the kind of sincerity that only someone like George Strait can pull off. His voice, weathered and warm, carries the weight of experience, yet it’s as comforting as a familiar melody.
This song isn’t about the flashy highs or the dramatic lows; it’s about the steady, consistent rhythm of life. It’s about finding peace in the present, while still cherishing the memories of the past. It’s a testament to the enduring spirit of the troubadour, the wandering musician who shares his stories through song, connecting with listeners on a deeply personal level.
‘Troubadour’ is a reminder that life is a journey, not a destination. It’s about embracing the ups and downs, the twists and turns, and finding joy in the simple moments. And in the hands of George Strait, this message is delivered with a grace and authenticity that’s truly timeless.”
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Lyrics
I still feel twenty five
Most of the time
I still raise a little cain with the boys
Honky Tonks and pretty women
Lord I’m still right there with them
Singing above the crowd and the noiseSometimes 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 goneWell, the truth about a mirror
It’s that a damn old mirror
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 youthSometimes 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 goneI was a young troubadour
When I rode in on a song
And I’ll be an old troubadour
When I’m goneI’ll be an old troubadour
When I’m gone
