A troubadour with a six string Playing honky tones and bars With a traveling band of Gypsies Packed like sardines in a car Rollin down the highway In the middle of the night Sleeping at a truck stop Cause the money’s always tight Chorus He is who he is he does what he does He sings what he sings and he loves who he loves It ain’t about the image it’s all about the songs Takin on the world like a modern day Merle He’s seen his name in marquee lights And on backlit road side signs He’s sipped on top shelf whiskey And drank a little beer past closing time As long as there’s a stage It’s all the same to him And once the show is over He’ll be ramblin again Chorus He is who he is he does what he does He sings what he sings and he loves who he loves It ain’t about the image it’s all about the songs Takin on the world like a modern day Merle Chorus He is who he is he does what he does He sings what he sings and he loves who he loves It ain’t about the image it’s all about the songs Takin on the world like a modern day Merle Takin on the world like a modern day Merle