Troubadour

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)