Troubadour

A song was played and a young man heard his call
Carefree & reckless he was tired of all the walls
So he learned to sing and play guitar all night
The songs he sings are the story of his life

Stories he tells
And songs that he sings
He touches many hearts all along the way
And when he's gone
Who will sing these songs

Now people come from miles around to see
But his best friend is still the angel on his knee
He doesn't care if his songs are on the charts
Just so you know that they're coming from his heart

From New Orleans down to Florida's Key West
He's seen it all from the worst to the best
But sometimes he just wishes he was home

So listen close and you might hear the sound
Of the traveling man as he goes from town to town
A troubadour is what he's always been
He'll be a gypsy song man right down to the end

Stories he tells
And songs that he sings
He touches many hearts, all along the way
And when he's gone
Who will sing
And when he's gone
Who will sing these songs