Chords Of Fame - Live

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
 I can see you make the music
 'Cause you carry a guitar
 But God, help the troubadour
 Who tries to be a star
 So 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
 I've 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
 So 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
 So 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
 They will rob you of your innocence
 They will put you up for sale
 More that you will find success
 The more that you will fail
 I've 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
 So 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