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