Chords Of Fame

I found him by the stage last night,

He was breathing his last breath,

A bottle of gin and a cigarette

Was all he had left.

Well, I know that you make music

'Cause you carry your guitar,

But God help the troubadour

Who tries to be a star.

Come on and play

the chords of love my friend,

Play the chords of fame

But if you wanna keep your song, no no no,

Don't play the chords of fame, oh no no.

You know I've seen my share of hustlers

As they try to take the world,

And when they find their melody

They're surrounded by the girls.

But it all fades so quickly

Like a sunny summer day;

Reporters ask you questions

And may write down what you say.

So come on and play

the chords of love my friend,

Play the chords of fame

But if you wanna keep your song, no no no,

Don't play the chords of fame, oh no no.

They'll rob you of your innocence,

They'll put you up for sale,

The more that you will find succes,

The more that you will fail.

I'd been around, I had my share

And I really can't complain

But I wonder who I left behind

On the other side of fame

Oh come on and play

the chords of love my friend,

Play the chords of fame

But if you wanna keep your song, no no no,

Don't play the chords of fame, oh no.

No, oh don't play the chords of fame,

Oh don't, no don't, don't play the chords of fame.