Hard-Core Troubadour - Steve Earle

Girl, don’t bother in locking door

He’s out there hollering

«Darling don’t you love me no more?»

You always let him in before now didn’t you

He’s just singing the some old song

That he always sang before

He’s the last of the hard-core troubadours

Girl, better figure out which is which

Wherefore art thou Romeo you son of a bitch

You’d just as soon fight as switch now wouldn’t you

He’s come to make love on your satin sheets

Wake up on your living room floor

He’s the last of the hard-core troubadours

And now he’s the last of the all night, do right

Stand beneath your window until daylight

He’s the last of the hard-core troubadours

Baby, what you waiting for

Girl, figure out what you’re going to do

When he moves on again and he leaves you alone and blue

But you knew he is just passing through now didn’t you

And now you can’t just say this is the last time baby

Like you always did before

He’s the last of the hard-core troubadours

He’s the last of the all night, do right

Hey Rosalita won’t you come out tonight

He’s the last of the hard-core troubadours