Small Town Troubadour

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Kyle Gates

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Well, I'm sittin' here at some roadside bar
With a dos in my hand
And an empty tip jar

I got a busted heart
And a worn out truck
Just tryin' to find some luck
But I always seem to get stuck

In this small town where everybody knows my name
And all the good that I've ever done goes up in flames
I'm on the road again like a westward wind
Chasin' some neon dreams
Some may call me a troubadour
In this small town bar scene

Well, I wore out my welcome
In every honky-tonk along the way
Get a call for a show
And I'm back in town by the next day
Well, it's the same old crowd
Every night it seems
Broken hearts and busted strings
Some may call me a troubadour
In this small town bar scene
. .
As I roll down the highway
With my guitar by my side
Every mile tells a story
Of this rough and lonesome ride
But I keep playin' my songs

In every town that I find
And when I leave here
Some part of me stays behind

In this small town where everybody knows my name
And all the good that I've ever done goes up in flames
I'm on the road again like a westward wind
Chasin' some neon dreams
Some may call me a troubadour
In this small town bar scene
. .

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