INTRO: verse 1 He'd an old-fashioned way when he started to play He'd an old-fashioned steel guitar With no amps and no leads, it fulfilled all his needs And together they'd both traveled far Just an old troubadour on an old bar-room floor Just an old troubadour and his song But it tore them apart, 'cause it came from his heart And they'd not heard that art for so long verse 2 Then a kid playing pool said, “This old man's a fool He's not cool, just a ghoul past his prime” So he walked to the wall where the jukebox stood tall And he paid for some hits of the time Then a girl passed him by with a look in her eye That said 'Don't even try to oppose' Pulled the plug from the wall said "An ass needs a stall And we all hope you've got one of those" verse 3 She stood her ground, she stared him down The kid raised a fist, then he smiled He said "You're wasted on him" Then he turned with a grin And said "Girls like you drive me wild You're young enough to be the old man's child" verse 4 When the kid left the room, a chord filled the gloom And a voice sang a song for the stars For the breeze in the trees, for nights such as these And for girls who find lovers in bars And when the chord died like a wave on the tide Like the cry from a high flying bird He put down his guitar, she said "I've got my car And a jar, if you'll just say the word" VERSE 5 So that old troubadour left that old bar-room floor Yes, that old troubadour sang her song And it tore her apart, 'cause it came from his heart And she'd not felt that art for so long VERSE 6 He'd an old-fashioned way when he started to play He'd an old-fashioned steel guitar With no amps and no leads, it fulfilled all his needs And together they'd both traveled far Just an old troubadour on an old bar-room floor Just an old troubadour and his song But it tore them apart, 'cause it came from his heart And they'd not heard that art for so long Yes, it tore them apart, 'cause it came from his heart And they'd not felt that art for so long