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B _ _ .
_ I still feel 25 _
Abm.
most of the time
E I still raise a little cane
B with the boys.
_ _ Honky-tonks and pretty women
Abm Lord, I'm still right there with them.
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E Singing above the crowd
B and the noise
Gb Sometimes
B I feel like Jesse James.
Abm Still trying to make a name
E Knowing nothing's gonna change
B what I am.
I was a young troubadour
Abm When I wrote in on a song.
E I'll be an old troubadour
B when I'm gone.
Well, _
Abm _ _ _ _ _ .
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B _ _ _ _ the truth about a mirror
Abm Is that a damn double mirror.
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E.
Don't really tell
B the whole truth _
E B It don't show what's deep inside.
Or read between the lines
Gb E And it's really no reflection
B of my youth.
_ Sometimes I feel like Jesse James
Abm Still trying to make a name.
E Knowing nothing's gonna change
B what I am.
I was a young troubadour
Abm When I wrote in on a song.
E I'll be an old troubadour
B when I'm gone.
I was a young troubadour
Abm When I wrote in on a song.
E I'll be an old troubadour
B when I'm gone.
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Abm _ .
_ _ I'll be an old
E troubadour
B when I'm gone _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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