He played the six string and he lived rock and roll And all of his friends said that he's lost control Just running around 'cause his life had no goal Just the music to keep to his soul He played his own music by picking the chords Put all of his feelings in rhymes and some words He played it so loud for who wanted to hear The story of a man and his fear He travelled the world and he went everywhere In every old town he played on the square His music to him was like an affair A love from which he tasted his share Now the six strings they are playing no more The crowd was cheering for a final encore But the artist has died when he hit the floor They won't hear his music no more Though the artist is dead, his music will live And that's really all that he wanted to give And some day will come when they will forgive The way the artist has lived