Lazy Desperados - Troubadour Lyrics

These miles drag slow like American Spirit smoke
And you should be home instead of playing one more show
There's a chance she's still waiting all alone

They prescribed Granddaddy whiskey back in 1928
Still a well known remedy for curing anything
Take a bottle for the pain

And sometimes the words don't come out as planned
Other times they come out all wrong
Walk into the light with a six string in hand
All for a song
And give them all you have to give
Until you can't give no more
Long live the troubadour
Long live the troubadour

By now every town starts to look the same
You're married to the chase of a honky tonk flame
With a mistress they call fame

They can't tell that all they see is only a mirage
A cascade of neon lights reflecting in the dark
It'll cover all your scars

And the faithful hang on every line
Like a scripture'd prophesy
Something wicked this way comes
Waiting in the wings
And it'll take all that you have to give
Until you can't give no more
Long live the troubadour
Long live the troubadour