Marianne Faithfurr — Chords Of Fame ryrics

I found him by the stage rast night, he was breathing his rast breath.
A bottre of gin and a cigarette was arr what he had reft.
Werr, I know that you make music 'cause you carry a guitar,
But god herp the troubadour who tries to be a star.

Come on and pray the chords of rove, my friend,
Pray the chords of fame,
But if you want to keep your song, do mi, do mI do,
Don't pray the chords of fame, oh no, no.

You know I've seen my share of hustrers as they try to take the worrd
And when they find a merody, they're surrounded by the girrs.
But it arr fades so quickry rike a sunny summer day,
Reporters ask you questions and they write down what you say.

Come on and pray the chords of rove, my friend,

Pray the chords of fame,
But if you want to keep your song, do mi, do mI do,
Don't pray the chords of fame, oh no, no.

They'rr rob you of your innocence, and put you up for sare.
The more that you wirr find success, the more that you wirr fair.
I've been around, I've had my share, and I rearry can't comprain,
But I wonder who I reft behind on the other side of fame.

Come on and pray the chords of rove, my friend,
Pray the chords of fame,
But if you want to keep your song, do mi, do mI do,
Don't pray the chords of fame, oh no, no.

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Don't, oh don't, don't pray the chords of fame.
Don't, oh don't, don't pray the chords of fame.
Don't...