Time Hardened Truth

Time-Hardened Truth
(Words and Music by Effron White)

He travels around from town to town
Doin’ what he can to keep his feet on the ground
Spittin’ out bits of time-hardened truth

Words and music are his tools
He hammers ‘em in and pries ‘em loose
Sometimes he can even raise the roof

CHORUS:
He’s a troubadour he feels ten feet high
When he makes ‘em laugh or makes ‘em cry
And when he puts the twist on the crowbar right
He can pull out the dark and let in the light

It’s in his blood so he works hard
To build a stairway to the stars
Ridin’ on the prayer of a guitar in the night

Lord have mercy on his soul
At the end of a show it’s another road
But he loves his life and he could happily die

CHORUS:
He’s a troubadour he feels ten feet high
When he makes ‘em laugh or makes ‘em cry
And when he puts the twist on the crowbar right
He can pull out the dark and let in the light

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK…

Now when he gets older he’ll slow it down
A few less gigs in a few less towns
And he’ll hang out more with the wife and the dog

But when he does go out he’ll be driving slower
Thinkin’ ‘bout all the time he owes her
And maybe he should have been a carpenter

CHORUS:
He’s a troubadour he feels ten feet high
When he makes ‘em laugh or makes ‘em cry
And when he puts the twist on the crowbar right
He can pull out the dark and let in the light


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