Chords Of Fame - Phil Ochs

作词：Phil Ochs

作曲：Phil Ochs

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