Troubadour of Twang

Throw me a guitar and I’ll make those strings ring
Give me a microphone and I can show you how to sing
I'll be changing the world, pen and paper in hand
You’ll all be shouting my name
I’ll be The Troubadour of Twang

Growing up in Austin, you can learn a thing or two
Maybe a little something like how to pick the blues
I’ll be climbing the charts, pen and paper in hand
Well I ain't no Stevie Ray
But I am the Troubadour of Twang

Troubadour of Twang
Troubadour of Twang
You’ll all be shouting my name
I’ll be the Troubadour of Twang

Writing a song don’t mean you gotta be a sap
I’ve written plenty that make me sound pretty bad ****
I’ll be filling stadiums, pen and paper in hand
I’ll be making it rain
As the Troubadour of Twang

Folk round here call me a lean mean writing machine
And I’m out here living every young mans dream
I’ll be leading the nation, pen and paper in hand
This worlds gonna change
All thanks to The Troubadour Of Twang

Troubadour of Twang
Troubadour of Twang
You’ll all be shouting my name
I’ll be the Troubadour of Twang
Oh yeah,
I’ll be the Troubadour of Twang