About the song
It may seem hard to believe, but there was a time when country music icon George Strait almost didn’t become the “King of Country.” Before he lit up the stage with his signature cowboy hat and his deep, Western baritone voice, Strait considered quitting music altogether – and returning to being a cotton farmer in the small town of Pearsall.
In the early 1970s, before Strait’s music career had even taken off, he was a young soldier in the U.S. Army, stationed in Hawaii. There, he began singing with a small band called Rambling Country, performing at military rallies, clubs, and local events. Despite his burning passion for singing, Strait had few opportunities – the Texas music industry was not very open to a young man who had yet to become a household name. Disappointed, he considered giving up his singing dream and returning to his hometown to grow cotton with his parents.
Fortunately, Strait didn’t give up. With incredible perseverance, he continued to send out records to record labels – until he was signed by MCA Records in 1981. His debut single “Unwou” was an instant hit, and the rest is history. More than 60 chart-topping singles later, George Strait was more than just a star – he was a living icon of traditional country music.
One of the songs that best captures Strait’s spirit – especially for those who are halfway through their lives – is “Troubadour”
“Microwave” is his identity and spirit. With his experienced, powerful voice, George Strait not only tells his own story – but also speaks for millions of American adults who have gone through trials, sacrifices, and growth over time.
And thanks to a little luck – and a lot of guts – he didn’t become a cotton grower in Pearsall, but an irreplaceable legend in the hearts of country music lovers.
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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
