Roadshow - Albert Bouchard

I’ve spent my life learning to roar

On hundred-city summer tours

Airport to limo to the show

One night’s wizardry before I go

I’m from the age of rock and roll

The age of blues, the age of soul

With notes so fine and round and firm

They’ll make you gasp, they’ll make you squirm

I’m from the age of troubadours

Men set free by their guitars

Stretching hands across a chord

Until the melody line soars

Tonight I’ll bring you spells and magic

Filled with stories strange and tragic

Filled with longing, filled with bliss

And one night’s worth of sky to kiss

I’ll sing to you and hold your hand

In blue suede shoes I am your man

A wanderer across the skies

I find my home inside your eyes

The amps rev up, the stage lights sear

Gone too soon, tonight I’m here

I have an hour, maybe two

To spill out my love for you

Everything I know of life

Love and pain sharp as a knife

I play them to your hungry ear

Stage center I can hold you near

Remember me when next we meet

And in between move to my beat

Hear my echo when things get quiet