He laughs when people call him “The King.” “Kings fade,” he once said, “but a troubadour keeps singing.” That’s the spirit behind “Troubadour.” It’s not about glory — it’s about growth. A man looking back at every scar, every song, and realizing he wouldn’t change a thing. George Strait never pretended to be flawless. He sang about being human — steady, loyal, imperfect, and proud of it. And maybe that’s why, when he sings “I was a young troubadour, when I wrote it on a song…” you believe him. Because he still is. Older, wiser, maybe quieter — but still riding, still singing, still himself.
Introduction Some songs don’t shout to get your attention — they whisper, and somehow that makes you lean in closer. “The Chair” is one of those rare gems. Released in…