Lyrics

Washed Up Troubadour
Rondeau

Dreamed the big dream and I devised a scheme
Heading out for the city
Where I’d write the hit and take the trip
And go down in honkytonk history

Lo and behold I couldn’t write solid gold
And I never made it out of the bars
I never graced that opry stage
Or rode in their fancy cars

But I played for some good folks and I told some bad jokes
Never knew the right thing to say
And when no one would love me I had to love myself
And I wasn’t scared to go all the way

With a touch of delusion to keep me moving
To keep me plugging away
On some kind of mission with some lonely ending
And rarely any guaranteed pay

I couldn’t do this tale justice if I didn’t dedicate a verse
To all of the honkytonk women
On every level there’s that will have you
She’ll hug you and kiss you and then

She’ll hang around until you drag her down
With your blues that won’t ever pass
And a good timing woman with a good timing man
Ain’t no way the good times can last

Bridge
Now I know what it has cost
I’ve been at it so long I’d be no good to a boss
For any kind of company in any kind of industry
I can’t go back to punching any clock

So don’t think me silly when we cross paths
And find that I’m still struggling
I’ve got the same old blues and the tunes
And the same old way of mumbling

Believe me there are days in the mirror I say
I can’t so this anymore
But it’s all that I know so I keep playing the role
Of a washed up troubadour

Believe me there are days in the mirror I say
I can’t do this anymore
But it’s all that I know so I keep playing the role
Of a washed up troubadour