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Posted by: Alberto Montalbano By Phil Ochs
EI found him by the stage last night He was Dbreathing his last Abreath A Ebottle of wine and a cigarette Was Dall that he had lAeft
"I can see you make the music
'Cause you Dcarry a guitarE AGod help the troubadour Who F#mtries to be a star&qGuot;
G#So pAlay the Gchords of Alove, my friend Play the Gchords of Apain If you want to Dkeep your song,A Don't, don't, don'Et, don't Aplay the Gchords of fameA
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 (chorus) 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