The foreigners ask the questions
Don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't
I've been around, I have my share
They're surrounded by the girls
I can see you making music
If you wanna keep your soul
They'll rob you of your innocence
Don't, don't, don't
I've seen my share of hustlers
Don't play the chords of fame
Play the chords of fame
The other side of fame
'Cause you carry your guitar
Play the chords of fame
So, play the chords of love my friend
A bottle of gin and a cigarette
But it all fades so quickly
Play the chords of fame
They write down what you say
Don't play the chords of fame
Who tries to be a star
Like a sunny summer's day
The more that you will find success
If you wanna keep your soul
So, play the chords of love my friend
As they try to take the world
God help the troubadour
Don't, don't, don't
If you wanna keep your soul
Play the chords of fame
Was all that he had left
When they find their melody
But I wonder who I left behind
Don't play the chords of fame
So, play the chords of love my friend
So, play the chords of love my friend
If you wanna keep your soul
And I really can't complain
They will put you up for sale
The more that you will fail
