About the song
Let’s step into the realm of classic country music with the iconic George Strait and his timeless hit “Troubadour.” Written by Leslie Satcher and Monty Holmes, this song is a heartfelt tribute to the life of a musician, filled with the ups and downs of the road and the joy of sharing music with the world.
“Troubadour” is featured on George Strait’s album “Troubadour,” released in 2008. The album quickly became a commercial success, reaching the top of the Billboard Top Country Albums chart and earning critical acclaim for its authentic country sound and Strait’s masterful delivery.
As for the song itself, “Troubadour” struck a chord with audiences, climbing to the top of the Billboard Hot Country Songs chart, marking yet another chart-topping success for George Strait. With its infectious melody and relatable lyrics, the song embodies the essence of the troubadour spirit, capturing the heart and soul of every musician who has ever taken to the stage.
George Strait’s smooth vocals and genuine passion for country music shine through in “Troubadour,” making it a beloved favorite among fans of the genre. Whether you’re a seasoned troubadour yourself or simply a lover of good music, this song invites you to join George Strait on a journey through the highs and lows of life on the road.
So, sit back, relax, and let George Strait’s “Troubadour” serenade you with its timeless melody and heartfelt lyrics. As the troubadour sings his song, we’re reminded of the power of music to unite us all and the enduring legacy of those who dedicate their lives to sharing their gift with the world.
Video
Lyrics
I still feel 25,
Most of the time.
I still raise a little cain with the boys.
Honky tonk and pretty woman.
Lord I’m still right there with them.
Singing above the crowd and the noise.
Sometimes I feel like Jesse James,
Still trying to make a name.
Knowing nothings 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 damn old mirrow.
Don’t really tell the whole truth,
It don’t show what’s deep inside.
Oh read between the lines,
It’s really no reflection of my youth.
I was a young troubadour,
When I rode in on a song.
And I’ll be an old troubadour,
When I’m gone.
I’ll be an old troubadour,
When I’m gone