Troubadour Moon Songtext
von The Wildhearts

Well, he′s up on that hill
Under the troubadour moon
He spins in circles nobody can see, yeah
But he never got played
And so he never got paid
Now the people, they get everything for free, yeah

But he doesn't need a son
And he doesn′t need a reason

'Cause he never wed the girl in California
Never fled somewhere a little warmer
Never thought he'd be living in a bedsit now
And he never bought the second home in Paris
Never saw the aurora borealis
Never get to see his face on a billboard now

Under a troubadour moon
Under a troubadour moon


But he′s living hand to mouth
He′s pulling night shifts when he can
It's a bitch when you find out
You′re just an ordinary man

Well, he's up on that hill
Under a troubadour moon
He′s writing songs no one will ever hear
And as soon as he's done
The guitar says, "We′ve got another live one"
Clairaudients hear music loud and clear

When the bottle is done
He opens up a new one

'Cause he never wed the girl in California
Never fled somewhere a little warmer
Never thought he'd be living in a bedsit now
And he never played to twenty thousand faces
Never get to rub shoulders with the greatest
Never get to reach legendary status now

Under a troubadour moon
Under a troubadour moon
Under a troubadour moon
Under a troubadour moon