Words Of Fame*

*Sung to the tune of "Chords Of Fame" by the

late, great Phil Ochs!

Found him by his desk last night

He was breathing his last breath

Bottle of Scotch and pencil stub

Was all that he had left

I could see he wrote his novels

And he thought he would go far

But God help the Novelist

Who Tries to be a star

(chorus)

So, write the words of Love, my friend

Write the words of Pain

But if you look

To keep your book

Don't... Don't... Don't...

Don't write the words of fame

I've seen my share of hustlers

As they try to take the world

When they find their publisher

They're surrounded by the girls

But it all fades so quickly

Like a sunny Summer's day

Reporters ask you questions -

Then write down what you say

(chorus)

They will 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've had my share

So I really can't complain

But I wonder who I left behind

The other side of Fame

(chorus)

Thanks and all due respect to Phil Ochs... he was some kind of special talent.  RIP, Brother, RIP.