A garlic-eating folk singer of ancient origins; as a group they generally being ones flourishing principally in the Middle Ages in the South of France writing catchy tunes and jingles in a complex metric form for court musicians.
I am not a not a man with a pointy stick wanting to poke unwilling participants in the gladiatorial games with it (and thus who do not like it up them), I am a troubadour, that is, one whom sings soppy love songs to courtly people with nothing much better to do than to listen to those who sing sad songs about unrequited love in drafty old castles by the sea.
A backwoods hick girl who obsesses about George Strait and constantly brags about being in "the country." She cannot have a 2 minute conversation without mentioning "cowgirl boots" or how great it is to be inbred and backwoods.
Backwoods Girl: "I'm a young Troubadour... I'll be an old troubadour when I'm gone."
Normal Person: "You are a fucking idiot."