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<h6>The Day Of The Troubador</h6>
The Day of the Troubador<br />
(Will Kimbrough/Jeff Finlin)<br />
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Nancy lit a candle Winked at me and said There aint no need for the big machine have some wine and water and bread And don’t let on that you know, son As you're walking out that door That it’s the day my friend<br />
The day of the troubadour<br />
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Jesus left the platform After years of town to town<br />
Little miracles little miracles From the seat of an old greyhound Now as the spotlight fades He dreams of them begging for more,But at the end of the day in this cheep hotel It’s still the day Of the troubadour<br />
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Keep it right on rolling This lonliness is bound In an ordinary blindness You can see it all around Binds your feet there to the ground This action is the road<br />
It’s the only way I know To lighten up my load<br />
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When's the next train running Time's the weight on your brow The method is the madness The future  big as  now But don’t let on that you know my son just fluff up your pompador tomorow's giving today away<br />
The day of the troubadour<br />
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