G

[Verse]
G
When I was a boy
          C                G
I went to hear this picker play
G
I still recall his blue guitar
     A7           D
Like it was yesterday
        G
I was a powder keg a-waiting
        C                G
For someone to light the fuse
G
He struck a match and I did catch
    D          G
The troubadour blues

[Verse]
G
And when I got my first guitar
           C              G
I played until my fingers bled
G
Though my parents wished that I were doing
A7               D
Something else instead
  G
I wish they'd understand
         C               G
It isn't something I can choose
G
Oh mama, I was born to sing
    D          G
The troubadour blues

[Chorus]
   C                 G
My troubadour blues, troubadour blues
D                                                  G
All you need's a simple song, three chords and the truth
     C                                 G               Em
Like Hank and Woody, Townes and Jimmie Rodgers used to do
   D                                               G
Oh lord, I'm bound to ramble with those troubadour blues

[Verse 3]
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So I married me a woman
          C           G
But she's more like a saint
G
She's alone two hundred nights a year
     A7        D
With nary a complaint
           G
Oh babe, I hate to leave you lonely
      C              G
But I need to pay my dues
G
Forgive me while I'm gone to sing
    D          G
The troubadour blues

[Chorus]
   C                 G
My troubadour blues, troubadour blues
D                                                  G
All you need's a simple song, three chords and the truth
     C                                 G               Em
Like Hank and Woody, Townes and Jimmie Rodgers used to do
   D                                               G
Oh lord, I'm bound to ramble with those troubadour blues

[Verse]
G
The same old battle's raging
C               G
All on down the line
G
Why does it seem like nothing's changed
A7                    D
Since Woody Guthrie's time?
      G
And I ain't afraid to sing about those things
    C                G
You don't see on the news
 G
'Cause there's plenty job security
       D          G
In the troubadour blues

[Verse]
G
So let me thank you Mr. President
   C                 G
To me you've been so kind
G
For the well of inspiration
        A7              D
Can dry up from time to time
              G
Each time you open up your mouth
            C               G
You give me something I can use
G
Every day another reason
        D          G
For the troubadour blues

[Chorus]
   C                 G
My troubadour blues, troubadour blues
D                                                  G
All you need's a simple song, three chords and the truth
     C                                G              Em
Like Hank and Woody, Townes and David Carter used to do
   D                                               G
Oh lord, I'm bound to ramble with those troubadour blues
   D                                               G
Oh lord, I'm bound to ramble with those troubadour blues