Chords Of Fame Lyrics - Phil Ochs

Chords Of Fame
I found him by the stage last nigh
D
He was breathing his last breat

A bottle of wine and a cigarett
D
Was all that he had lef
"I can see you make the musi
D
'Cause you carry a guita

God help the troubadou
F#m
Who tries to be a star"
G#AG
So play the chords of love, my frien
G
Play the chords of pai
D
If you want to keep your song
EAG
Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fam
I seen my share of hustler
As they try to take the worl
When they find their melod
They're surrounded by the girl
But it all fades so quickl
Like a sunny summer da
Reporters ask you question
They write down what you sa
(chorus
They'll rob you of your innocenc
They will put you up for sal
The more that you will find succes
The more that you will fai
I been around, I've had my shar
And I really can't complai
But I wonder who I left behin
The other side of fam
(chorus)