Troubadour

These miles drag slow like American Spirit smoke And you should be home instead of playing one more show There's a chance she's still waiting all alone They prescribed Granddaddy whiskey back in 1928 Still a well known remedy for curing anything Take a bottle for the pain And sometimes the words don't come out as planned Other times they come out all wrong Walk into the light with a six string in hand All for a song And give them all you have to give Until you can't give no more Long live the troubadour Long live the troubadour By now every town starts to look the same You're married to the chase of a honky tonk flame With a mistress they call fame They can't tell that all they see is only a mirage A cascade of neon lights reflecting in the dark It'll cover all your scars And the faithful hang on every line Like a scripture'd prophesy Something wicked this way comes Waiting in the wings And it'll take all that you have to give Until you can't give no more Long live the troubadour Long live the troubadour