Found him by the stage last night. He was breathing his last breath. A bottle of gin and a cigarette. was all that he had left. I can see you making music. cause you carry your guitar. God help the troubadour. who tries to be a star. [Chorus]. So play the chords of love my friend. play the chords of fame. If you wanna keep your soul. don't don't don't. don't play the chords of fame. I've 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's day. The foreigners ask the questions. they write down what you say. So play the chords of love. my friend. play the chords of fame. If you wanna keep your soul. don't don't don't. don't play the chords of fame. [repeat Chorus 1x]. 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've been around. I have my share. and I really can't complain. But I wonder who I left behind. the other side of fame. So play the chords of love. my friend. play the chords of fame. If you wanna keep your soul. don't don't don't. don't play the chords of fame