I still feel twen ty five
most of the time.
I still (F)raise a lit tle Cain
with the boys.
Hon ky tonks and pret ty wom en,
Lord, I’m (Am)still right there with ’em,
(F)sing in’ a bove the crowd
and the noise.
Some times I feel like Jes se James
still (Am)try’n’ to make a name,
know in’ (F)noth in’s gon na change
what I am.
I was a young trou ba dour
when I (Am)rode in on a song, and I’ll be an (F)old trou ba dour
when I’m gone.
Well, the truth a bout a mir ror
is that a damned old mir ror
don’t real ly tell
the whole (C)truth.
It don’t show what’s deep in side
or (Am)read be tween the lines,
and it’s (F)real ly no re flec tion of my youth.
Some times I feel
I was a young trou ba dour
when I (Am)rode in on a song, and I’ll be an (F)old trou ba dour
when I’m gone.
I’ll be an (F)old trou ba dour
when I’m (C)gone.
This page shows “Troubadour” by George Strait in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of C at 70 BPM, a comfortable easy-level arrangement perfect for first-time learners.