Chords of Fame Phil Ochs
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[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 that he had left
I can see you're makin' music
'Cause you carry a guitar
But God help the troubadour
Who tries to be a star
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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's day
Reporters ask you questions
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 that he had left
I can see you're makin' music
'Cause you carry a guitar
But God help the troubadour
Who tries to be a star
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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's day
Reporters ask you questions
They write down what you say
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