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 noise.

(Chorus)

Sometimes I feel like Jesse James

Still trying to make a name.

Knowing nothing's 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 gone.

Well, The truth about a mirror, It's that a damned old mirror

Don't really tell the whole truth.

It don't show what's deep inside, or read between the lines

it's really no reflection of my youth.

(Repeat Chorus)

I was a young troubadour, when I rode in on a song.

I'll be an old troubadour, when I'm gone.

I'll be an old troubadour, when I'm gone.