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.