[Verse 1]
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 a guitar
But God help the troubadour
Who tries to be a star
[Chorus]
Come on and play the chords of love, my friend
Play the chords of pain
But if you want to keep your song
Don't, no, don't
Don't play the chords of fame, oh no, no
[Verse 2]
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 they write down what you say
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 a guitar
But God help the troubadour
Who tries to be a star
[Chorus]
Come on and play the chords of love, my friend
Play the chords of pain
But if you want to keep your song
Don't, no, don't
Don't play the chords of fame, oh no, no
[Verse 2]
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 they write down what you say
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