Intro Verse I still feel 25, most of the time. I still raise a little Cain with the boys. Honkytonk 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 He rode in on a song. and I'll be an old troubadour, when I'm gone. Interlude Verse Well, the truth about a mirror, Is that a damn old d marrow.. Don't really tell the whole truth, It don’t show what's deep inside. OH, read between the lines, it's really is 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 He rode in on a song. and I'll be an old troubadour, when I'm gone. I was a young troubadour, when He rode in on a song. and I'll be an old troubadour, when I'm gone.