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