| Still feel 25,
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| Most of the time.
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| I still raise a little cain with the boys.
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| Honky tonk and pretty woman.
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| Lord I’m still right there with them.
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| Singing above the crowd and the noise.
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| Sometimes I feel like Jesse James,
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| Still trying to make a name.
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| Knowing nothings gonna change what I am.
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| I was a young troubadour,
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| When I rode in on a song.
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| And I’ll be an old troubadour,
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| When I’m gone.
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| Well, The truth about a mirror,
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| It’s that a damn old mirrow.
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| Don’t really tell the whole truth,
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| It don’t show what’s deep inside.
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| Oh read between the lines,
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| It’s really no reflection of my youth.
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| I was a young troubadour,
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| When I rode in on a song.
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| And I’ll be an old troubadour,
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| When I’m gone.
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| I’ll be an old troubadour,
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| When I’m gone. |