The Performer G C G C I stand on this stage, one empty page G C G Nothing to tell, so little to sell F C G C G C Won?t you come on in my old friends and sit down G C G C I?m just what you see, there?s nothing to me G C G A piece of the end that never has been F C G Won?t you come on in my old friends and sit down Chorus: C D G C G Can?t you tell by my clothes I never made it C D G C G Can?t you hear that my songs just won?t sing C D G C G Can?t you see in my eyes that I hate it F C Dsus4 Wasting twenty four years on a dream Thanks for coming by to sit and watch me die God knows friends i might there?s three more shoulders tonight Won?t you come on in my old friends and sit down Chorus Thanks for coming by... by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com
