Barroom Troubadour Lyrics

Closing time echos through an empty room

Seconds feel like years and years across my aching soul

Another night ends on the same old bar stool

They say I’m young, so why do I feel so damn old

It’s getting old

The same old crowd comes in to hear the same old songs

Trying to escape the life that they are trapped into

They sing about the last chance that is dead and gone

And the simple life that they desire to go back home to

This life I live is what I give each time I play a song

After ten long years and last call beers it’s time to move along

Every night get up on that stage, I know there’s something more

Than this life, of a bar room troubadour

Soon enough I know that I will change my ways

And make a last call to this night I never thought would end

One more neon light burns in smoky haze

Shining on the superstars who never learned to rise