I found him by the stage last night, he was breathing his last
breath
A bottle of gin and a cigarette was all what he had left
Well, I know that you make music 'cause you carry a 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 want to keep your song, do mi, do mi do,
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 a melody, they're surrounded by the girls
But it all fades so quickly like a sunny summer day,
Reporters ask you questions and they write down what you say
Come on and play the chords of love, my friend,
Play the chords of fame,
But if you want to keep your song, do mi, do mi do,
Don't play the chords of fame, oh no, no
They'll rob you of your innocence, and put you up for sale
The 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 on the other side of fame
Come on and play the chords of love, my friend,
Play the chords of fame,
But if you want to keep your song, do mi, do mi do,
Don't play the chords of fame, oh no, no
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Don't, oh don't, don't play the chords of fame
Don't, oh don't, don't play the chords of fame
Don't