I still feel 25,
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most of the time.
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I still raise a little cain with the boys.
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Honky tonks and pretty women.
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Lord I'm still right there with them.
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Singing above the crowd and the noise.
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(Chorus)
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Sometimes I feel like Jesse James,
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Still tryin' to make a name.
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Knowing nothing's gonna change who I am.
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I was a young troubadour,
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when I rode in on a song.
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I'll be an old troubadour,
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when I'm gone.
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Well, The truth about a mirror,
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It's that a damn old mirrow.
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Don't really tell the whole truth,
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It don't show what's deep inside.
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Oh read between the lines,
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it's really no reflection of my youth.
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(Chorus)
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Sometimes I feel like Jesse James,
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Still tryin' to make a name,
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Knowing nothing's gonna change who I am.
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I was a young troubadour,
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When I rode in on a song,
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I'll be an old troubadour
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When I'm gone
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I was a young troubadour,
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when I rode in on a song.
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and I'll be an old troubadour,
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when I'm gone.
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I'll be an old troubadour,
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when I'm gone.
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Troubadour (When I'm Gone)
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| George Strait |
