I am a Troubadour By Olen Medvedovich I am a troubadour, carefree and hey I come from a country, far, far away My home is the road and the roof is the sky And there's no one as happy, and carefree as I All through the night, and all through the day composing songs, as I make my way Cross mountainous regions and along the coast to all of the lands, that I like the most A haystacks my bed, or my pillows a rock yet where ever I go the people all flock To hear all my tales from near and afar told by the campfire under the stars I keep from starving, by entertaining a noble pheasant or maybe some king My rewards can be plain or very grand but as long as I'm enjoyed I'll never be sad Friends I must admit my throat is now sore hence before my croaking voice you deplore I will bring this song to an end, alas and sooth my voice with a medicinal glass