Melanie Follow

I found him by the stage last night,He was breathing hsi last breath,A bottle of gin and a cigaretteWas all he had left.Well, I know that you make music'Cause you carry your guitar,But God help the troubadourWho tries to be a star.Come on and play the chords of love my friend,Play the chords of fameBut if you wanna keep your song, no no no,Don't play the chords of fame, oh no no.You know I've seen my share of hustlersAs they try to take the world,And when they find their melodyThey're surrounded by the girls.But it all fades so quicklyLike a sunny summer day;Reporters ask you questionsAnd may write down what you say.So come on and play the chords of love my friend,Play the chords of fameBut if you wanna keep your song, no no no,Don't play the chords of fame, oh no no.They'll rob you of your innocence,They'll put you up for sale,The more that you will find succes,The more that you will fail.I'd been around, I had my shareAnd I really can't complainBut I wonder who I left behindOn the other side of fameOh come on and play the chords of love my friend,Play the chords of fameBut if you wanna keep your song, no no no,Don't play the chords of fame, oh no.No, oh don't play the chords of fame,Oh don't, no don't, don't play the chords of fame.