Heartland Troubadour
If I just could rip it up
This trip would seem not so bad
If I just could give it up
I'd handle a lover to rest
But I keep riding along
These lonesome highways to play
Traveling songs in your town
Tomorrow is coming so fast
Every time I wake up
And start to follow that road
Every time I'm rolling away
I can feel I'm dying just a little bit more
To born again on the stage
If I just could shake it up
My soul just wouldn't be cold
If I could turn back to her
I would be warm in her bed
But I keep playing my guitar
A lonesome troubadour
This crazy ol' heart of mine
Tomorrow it will be a mess
Every time I wake up
And start to follow that road
Every time I'm rolling away
I can feel I'm dying just a little bit more
To born again on the stage
If I just rip it up
I'd have no reason to play
But my life is in my guitar
In highways and music
Mixed up in my whiskey glass
Every time I wake up
And start to follow that road
Every time I'm rolling away
I can feel I'm dying just a little bit more
To born again on the stage
Call me whiskey rock 'n' roller or traveling man
I'm just a heartland troubadour
I could be the last rebel
Or just a simple man
To born once more on the road
Ride on
Just ride on!
This trip would seem not so bad
If I just could give it up
I'd handle a lover to rest
But I keep riding along
These lonesome highways to play
Traveling songs in your town
Tomorrow is coming so fast
Every time I wake up
And start to follow that road
Every time I'm rolling away
I can feel I'm dying just a little bit more
To born again on the stage
If I just could shake it up
My soul just wouldn't be cold
If I could turn back to her
I would be warm in her bed
But I keep playing my guitar
A lonesome troubadour
This crazy ol' heart of mine
Tomorrow it will be a mess
Every time I wake up
And start to follow that road
Every time I'm rolling away
I can feel I'm dying just a little bit more
To born again on the stage
If I just rip it up
I'd have no reason to play
But my life is in my guitar
In highways and music
Mixed up in my whiskey glass
Every time I wake up
And start to follow that road
Every time I'm rolling away
I can feel I'm dying just a little bit more
To born again on the stage
Call me whiskey rock 'n' roller or traveling man
I'm just a heartland troubadour
I could be the last rebel
Or just a simple man
To born once more on the road
Ride on
Just ride on!
Credits
Writer(s): Alessandro Bagagli
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