(Mark Erelli)
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When I was a boy
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I went to hear this picker play
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I still recall his blue guitar
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Like it was yesterday
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I was a powder keg a-waitin'
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For someone to light the fuse
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He struck a match and I did catch
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The troubadour blues
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When I got my first guitar
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I played until my fingers bled
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Though my parents wished
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That I were doing something else instead
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I wish they'd understand
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It isn't something I can choose
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Oh mama I was born to sing
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The troubadour blues
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CHORUS
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Troubadour blues
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Troubadour blues
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All you need's a simple song
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Three chords and the truth
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Like Hank and Woody
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Townes and Jimmie Rodgers used to do
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Oh Lord I'm bound to ramble
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With those troubadour blues
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So I married me a woman
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But she's more like a saint
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She's alone 200 nights a year
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With nary a complaint
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Oh babe I hate to leave you lonely
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But I need to pay my dues
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Forgive me while I'm gone to sing
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The troubadour blues
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(CHORUS)
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The same old battle's raging
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All on down the line
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Why does it seem like nothing's changed
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Since Woody Guthrie's time?
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I ain't afraid to sing about those things
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You don't see on the news
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¡®Cause there's plenty job security
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In the troubadour blues
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So let me thank you Mr. President
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To me you've been so kind
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For the well of inspiration
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Can dry up from time to time
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Each time you open up your mouth
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You give me something I can use
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Every day another reason
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For the troubadour blues
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CHORUS
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Troubadour blues
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Troubadour blues
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All you need's a simple song
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Three chords and the truth
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Like Hank and Woody
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Townes and David Carter used to do
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Oh Lord I'm bound to ramble
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Troubadour Blues
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| Mark Erelli |
