Chords of fame lyrics

Artist  : Faithfull marianne 
Song : Chords of fame
 
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 ...