Troubadour Blues

When I was a boy I went to hear this picker play I still recall his blue guitar Like it was yesterday I was a powder keg a-waitinFor someone to light the fuse He struck a match and I did catch The troubadour blues When I got my first guitar I played until my fingers bled Though my parents wished That I were doing something else instead I wish they'd understand It isn't something I can choose Oh mama I was born to sing The troubadour blues