Lyrics

Oh I found him by the stage last night
he was breathing his last breath
a bottle of gin and a cigarette
was all that he had left
Well I know you make music
cause you carry a guitar
Well God help the troubador
who tries to be a star

Well 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
Oh but it all fades so quickly
like a sunny summer day
The reporters ask you questions
and they write down what you say

C'mon and Play the chords of love my friend
play the chords of pain
But if you want to keep your song
Don't, don't don't
Don't play the chords of fame
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Oh they'll rob you of your innocence
and they'll put you up for sale
And the more that you will find success
the more that you will fail
Oh I've 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

C'mon and play the chords of love my friend
play the chords of pain
If you want to keep your song
Don't, don't, don't
Don't play the chords of fame
Repeat