Chords Of Fame

I found him by the stage last night

D A

He was breathing his last breath

E

A bottle of wine and a cigarette

D A

Was all that he had left



"I can see you make the music

D E

'Cause you carry a guitar

A

God help the troubadour

F#m G

Who tries to be a star"



G# A G A

So play the chords of love, my friend

G A

Play the chords of pain

D A

If you want to keep your song,

E A G A

Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame



I seen my share of hustlers

As they try to take the world

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

They write down what you say



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They'll rob you of your innocence

They will put you up for sale

The more that you will find success

The more that you will fail

I been around, I've had my share

And I really can't complain

But I wonder who I left behind

The other side of fame



(chorus)