, help the troubadour. Who tries to be a star So play the chords of love, my friend. Play the chords of pain. If you want to keep your song. Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame I've seen
. And I'm gonna play more. And all along the while I was just trying to make people smile. I play Cowboy Chords. For these air conditioned words. About longing for the Prairie and living in the
chords and the truth Found a pay phone at a truck stop. Said a prayer as the quarter dropped. Oh, please be home, I know that I was wrong. Honey, don't talk, just listen. I think I found what I was
