I am just a troubadour A tried and true believer If there's nothing that I can live for I don't want to be here I wear my heart on my shirtsleeve And my dark glasses over my eyes I'm just a roadside flower draped in a fancy dress From my booth in the broadcasting tower I send out my s.o.s. And when I reach into the breach Of a wandering pair of eyes I see a clever disguise I'm just a lonely freight train comin Hummin round a hairpin bend Tryin to keep my engines runnin Til I reach some kind of rainbow's end I saw you there at the rally down at the city hall And before you even reached your finale I'd already started to fall You say you're just a prairie boy Neither wealthy, worthy, nor wise