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