The Balladeer - Lori McKenna

The balladeer waits in the wings

Tugging on her dress, tuning her strings

All her whiskey faded cigarette blown dreams

She brings herself to her own knees with every line so delicate

She sings every song that she knows

The way that she hears 'em, sad and slow

They’re never gonna play her on the radio

So she hangs in the darkest bars with downtrodden bleeding hearts

A guitar man there who knew all the chords

Said he needed her to help him find the words

The balladeer never loved anybody more

It was magic but she worried what if she ran out of the pain

She carried round with her, so proud

She wore it like a queen wears a crown

She didn’t know who she’d be if she put it down

So he brought her to the river where she could wash the trouble

From her heart and let it shine like gold

Felt like angels pouring mercy on her soul

And the weight of the world, she let it go

And she sang for the first time with her head held high and so much pride

It opened up new notes in her throat

There was joy in every new song she wrote

They got a bus and traveled coast to coast

Drinking with their friends and strangers and business people called to say

That she was finally headed for the stars

Or at least the top of the charts

They changed her clothes and bought fancy cars

Till the guitar man caught the eye of a pretty background singer with the blues

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

The guitar man cried 'cause he done her wrong

The background singer took the next flight home

And the balladeer wrote herself a song

About brokenhearted dreamers who are searching for something they’ll never find

Mmm, mmm, mmm