Lyrics:

I found him by the stage last night
He was breathing his last breath
A bottle of wine and a cigarette
Was all that he had left

'I can see you make the music
'Cause you carry a guitar
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 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

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They'll rob you of your innocence
They will put you up for sale
The more that you will find success
The more that you will fail
I 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

(chorus)