This is a Collection of my songs from over the last several years. I hope you enjoy listening to them!
Troubadour’s Blues © Eddie Minyard (BMI)
A four day growth of grayin’ beard
A beat up Stetson hat
Heels worn down on his cowboy boots
Guitar tuned a half-step flat
His voice comes from the cigarettes
And the bottom-shelf bottles of booze
His songs reflect the life he’s led
Not too pretty, and about half true
He’s a ramblin’ man, a troubadour
A relic of the past
Bar to bar with his old guitar
Barely makes enough to pay for the gas
A ramblin’ man, a troubadour
Livin’ the lyrics to his next song
For a beer and a shot, he’ll play you all he’s got
Then he’ll pack it all up and move along
Break
He tells himself every morning
As he clears whiskey fumes from his mind
Oughta head on back to Colorado
Leave this hard-ass road life behind
But it’s hard to keep the bucks together
Earnin’ tips and a piece of the door
So he’ll keep takin’ requests, and doin’ his best
Till he can’t recall the words anymore
He’s a ramblin’ man, a troubadour
A relic of the past Bar to bar with his old guitar
Barely makes enough to pay for the gas
A ramblin’ man, a troubadour
Livin’ the lyrics to his next song
For a beer and a shot, he’ll play you all he’s got
Then he’ll pack it all up and move along
He’ll pack it all up and move it along
A four day growth of grayin’ beard
A beat up Stetson hat
Heels worn down on his cowboy boots
Guitar tuned a half-step flat
His voice comes from the cigarettes
And the bottom-shelf bottles of booze
His songs reflect the life he’s led
Not too pretty, and about half true
He’s a ramblin’ man, a troubadour
A relic of the past
Bar to bar with his old guitar
Barely makes enough to pay for the gas
A ramblin’ man, a troubadour
Livin’ the lyrics to his next song
For a beer and a shot, he’ll play you all he’s got
Then he’ll pack it all up and move along
Break
He tells himself every morning
As he clears whiskey fumes from his mind
Oughta head on back to Colorado
Leave this hard-ass road life behind
But it’s hard to keep the bucks together
Earnin’ tips and a piece of the door
So he’ll keep takin’ requests, and doin’ his best
Till he can’t recall the words anymore
He’s a ramblin’ man, a troubadour
A relic of the past Bar to bar with his old guitar
Barely makes enough to pay for the gas
A ramblin’ man, a troubadour
Livin’ the lyrics to his next song
For a beer and a shot, he’ll play you all he’s got
Then he’ll pack it all up and move along
He’ll pack it all up and move it along
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