George Strait Follow

I still feel twenty-five
Most of the time
I still raise a little cane with the boys
Honky tonks and pretty women
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
I’ll be an old Troubadour when I’m gone.

Well the truth about a mirror
Is that a damned old mirror
Don’t really tell the whole truth
It don’t show what’s deep inside
Or read between the lines
And it’s really no reflection of my youth.

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
I’ll be an old Troubadour when I’m gone.
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.