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Ticket in my pocket
Feather in my head
Suitcase in my hand
Gotta get down on my back
Good woman on my mind (mm)
As I walk the city streets
New song in my heart
My faded boots on my feet
Everywhere I go, people ask me
"What kind of music do you play?"
And I just say
"Gon' hear some blues like a free train rolling through
Gospel, soul and some good old rock 'n' roll"
Sang it by what I'm living
Plus a little bit more
They call me a Troubadour
Call me a Troubadour
Troubles far behind me
No worry on my brow
I've thrown away regrets
Oh, I'm living in the here and now
No matter where I wonder
Or how far I may roam
Got a song that keeps me happy
And music is my home
Everywhere I go, people ask me
"What kind of music do you play?"
And I just say
"Gon' hear some blues like a free train rolling through
Gospel, soul and some good old rock 'n' roll"
Sang it by what I'm living (yeah)
Plus a little bit more
They call me a Troubadour
You can call me a Troubadour (ooh)
Ticket in my pocket
Got a feather in my head
Got a song that keeps me happy
And music is my home
Everywhere I go, people ask me
"Hey, what kind of music do you play?"
And I just say
"Gon' hear some blues like a free train rolling through
Gospel, soul and some good old rock 'n' roll"
Sang it by what I'm living
Plus a little bit more
They call me a Troubadour, that's right
Call me a Troubadour
Troubadour, that's all right
Call me a Troubadour (ooh, that's all right)
They call us a Troubadours (Troubadours)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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