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Artists:

46bliss · Troubadour · Troubadour


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46bliss (46bliss) · Troubadour of the Great King (John Michael Talbot) · Live at the Troubadour (Carole King) · Live at the Troubadour (The Naked Trucker And T-Bones) · The Troubadour (Johnny Cash) · Troubadour (K'NAAN) · Troubadour: The Definitive Collection 1964-1976 (Donovan) · Troubadour Live (Eric Bibb) · Texas Troubadour [Snapper Long Box] (Townes Van Zandt) · America's Troubadour (Willie Nelson) – and 67 other albums »


I belong to you forever

Storm the master marathon I'll fly through
By flash and thunder fire I'll survive
Then I'll defy the laws of nature
Storm the master marathon I'll fly through
By flash and thunder fire I'll survive
I'll survive I'll survive
Then I'll defy the laws of nature
And come out
I belong to you forever

Storm the master marathon I'll fly through
By flash and thunder fire I'll survive
Then I'll defy the laws of nature
They call me 
The Texas Troubadour there
My home state of Texas 
You've been good to me 
Your wide open spaces treat me fair
The girls are so much
tongue gamblers
Listen to my tale
It won't take long, to sing you my song
Full of trouble and despair
So fair thee well, you troubadours
Whose pockets
She's a caged animal
London by night
Crashing lights and cymbals
Queens of twilight
And if I was you
I'd use the loo
Before the long drive
We
And I walked with the troubadours
And flew with the doves, in the city of love

In the garden of paradise, I heard a voice sing
I can still feel
I found him by the stage last night
       D                  A
He was breathing his last breath
  E
A bottle of wine and a cigarette
    D
a prayer 

Well I've spent a reckless night inside the wonder
Of your everlasting charm
Now I'm haunted by geography and the flora
And the fauna of your
I found him by the stage last night, he was breathing his last breath.
A bottle of gin and a cigarette was all what he had left.
Well, I know that
Brett is in the bathtub
Making soup for the ambassadors
And I am in the hallway
Singing to the troubadours

The kings are all lined up
Outside
I, I I I I, I

Cowgirl and a troubadour
Mgm and the lion's roar
A straight shot to the corner store
I wanna show you what
I wanna show you what
I, I I I I, I

Cowgirl and a troubadour
Mgm and the lion's roar
A straight shot to the corner store
I wanna show you what
I wanna show you what
Numbing torturous troubadours
Of this melodious dirge
Ostentatious triumphalism
Impressarios of despair

Virtuosos of the visceral
Artisans
Found him by the stage last night
He was breathing his last breath
A bottle of gin and a cigarette
Was all that he had left
I can see you making
and the couch
I'm moving up to higher ground, I've found a new way out

There's parasols and barbecues and loungers by the pool
The late night conversations
and the couch
I'm moving up to higher ground, I've found a new way out

There's parasols and barbeques and loungers by the pool
The late night conversations
Rappers, troubadours, sneaking in the back door, 
Crazy fortune teller, drinking on the kitchen floor 
All night 
Racing down division
"Where do I go from here?" I inquired
For I could not longer tell the way
This bane did leave me overtired
Got punctured by preposterous ricochet
ended forever more
When your Les Paul crashed the Troubadour floor
Tobe's got a drinking problem

You started a wayward teen
Joined every late night
I was raised by a maid who came from Martinique
She wore geckos round her neck and bracelets on her feet
A superstitious woman from the land
I belong to you forever

Storm the master-marathon I'll fly through
By flash and thunder-fire I'll survive
Then I'll defy the laws of nature
Bloodstained flags
Hear our men roar
We shall suffer no more

We shall suffer no more!

(I close my eyes. A voice from a century buried by time and dust
Housewives trying to recapture their youth
By wearing floral print and suede
Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
Martha Stewart
on

And I wound up on the capital steps
Watching the lobbyists smoking cigarettes
And bury their shoes in the country club blues
And who got who by