About the song

“Troubadour” by George Strait is a country music classic that resonates deeply with fans, especially those who appreciate heartfelt storytelling through song. Released in 2008 as the title track of his twenty-fifth studio album, “Troubadour,” this song encapsulates the essence of George Strait’s enduring career and his reflections on life.

The song was penned by talented songwriters Leslie Satcher and Monty Holmes, both of whom have contributed significantly to the country music landscape. Their collaboration with George Strait on “Troubadour” produced a timeless piece that speaks to the soul of every listener. The lyrics reflect on the passage of time and the journey of a musician, capturing a sense of nostalgia and acceptance of one’s legacy.

Upon its release, “Troubadour” received critical acclaim and quickly climbed the charts. It peaked at number 7 on the Billboard Hot Country Songs chart, demonstrating George Strait’s continued relevance and appeal in the country music world. The album itself also enjoyed commercial success, securing the number 1 spot on the Billboard Top Country Albums chart and earning a Grammy Award for Best Country Album in 2009.

George Strait, often referred to as the “King of Country,” has had a prolific career with numerous hits spanning several decades. “Troubadour” stands out as a poignant reminder of his impact on the genre. The song’s melody and lyrics are simple yet profound, allowing listeners to connect deeply with its message.

For many fans, “Troubadour” is more than just a song; it’s an anthem of reflection and gratitude, capturing the spirit of a troubadour who has spent his life sharing stories through music. It’s a beautiful tribute to the journey of life and the legacy one leaves behind, making it a cherished piece in George Strait’s illustrious catalog.

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Lyrics

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

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