About the song
“Troubadour” by George Strait is a heartfelt song that encapsulates the essence of life and the enduring spirit of a musician. Released in 2008 as the title track of his twenty-fifth studio album, “Troubadour,” this song quickly became a beloved anthem among country music fans. George Strait, often hailed as the “King of Country,” brings his signature smooth vocals and rich storytelling to this track, delivering a nostalgic and reflective narrative that resonates with listeners of all ages.
Written by Leslie Satcher and Monty Holmes, “Troubadour” showcases the timeless themes of aging, growth, and the passion for music that never fades. The lyrics poignantly capture the journey of a troubadour, a wandering musician, as he looks back on his life with a mix of pride and wistfulness. The song’s gentle melody and Strait’s emotive performance make it a standout piece in his extensive catalog.
Upon its release, “Troubadour” received widespread acclaim and achieved significant chart success. It peaked at number 7 on the Billboard Hot Country Songs chart, further cementing George Strait’s legacy as one of the most influential figures in country music. The album itself also garnered critical praise and commercial success, winning the Grammy Award for Best Country Album in 2009.
“Troubadour” is not just a song but a reflection of George Strait’s illustrious career, spanning over four decades. With over 60 number one hits, Strait’s influence on the genre is undeniable, and “Troubadour” serves as a fitting tribute to his enduring legacy. For fans old and new, this song offers a timeless reminder of the power of music and the journeys it inspires.
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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