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 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 long 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