Tattoos & Troubadours
Performed by Bale Harrison and the Texas Field Hands
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(Verse 1)
Well, Post Malone’s got a roadmap, inked right on his face,
You might find buried treasure or just the nearest place
To get a cold beer and a basket of fries,
With “Always Tired” written underneath his eyes.
Jelly Roll’s got a cheek like a cookbook of the South,
But instead of gravy recipes, it’s tattoos all about.
Now I love a man with stories, but tell me, if you can,
Why’d they put the whole plot right across their tan?
(Chorus)
Oh, tattoos and troubadours, riding high and free,
With a face full of pictures, where a mustache oughta be.
You can write it on your heart, or ink it on your skin,
But why a teardrop tattoo when the fight’s still to win?
(Verse 2)
Now cowboys used to wear hats, and boots were the thing,
Now Jelly Roll’s forehead is the new bling-bling.
Post Malone’s got ink like he’s carved from stone,
But when he sings ‘bout heartbreak, man, he’s all alone.
Maybe it’s a warning or just an artistic streak,
But I swear his next tat will be a John Deere on his cheek.
I get boots, I get hats, I get guitars and fame,
But a face like a journal? Now that’s a wild game.
(Chorus)
Oh, tattoos and troubadours, riding high and free,
With a face full of pictures, where a beard used to be.
You can wear your heart on your sleeve, but it’s kinda bold,
To stamp it on your face like a story being told.
(Bridge)
Now if Jelly Roll gets a tractor, I’d nod and tip my hat,
But the lyrics to “Crazy Town” on his face? Imagine that!
We’ve come a long way from the old rodeo,
Where scars told your story and your songs stole the show.
(Verse 3)
So tell me, good buddy, while you’re strummin’ that string,
Do those tattoos help ya when the jukebox starts to sing?
I see the ink on your face, and I hear what you play,
But does a face tattoo make heartbreak go away?
I can understand a tractor or bucking bull on a cheek,
But I don’t understand getting tattoos of anything else,
Help me understand, if you think you can… or do I need some ink myself?
(Outro Chorus)
Oh, tattoos and troubadours, riding high and free,
With a face full of pictures, where your smile oughta be.
You can write it on your skin, yeah, make it permanent,
But I’ll take my hat and boots, and maybe pay my rent.
Tattoos & Troubadours – Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger
