In a hall, on a wall, in a house in Reseda Theres a poster held up by two nails and a pin Its my Daddy, the actor, bout to die with his boots on Hes the man standing up there, beside Errol Flynn He got third or fourth billing at the end of each picture But that dont mean much, he would say with a grin But hed hold my hand tight as he pointed his name out Only four or five names down below Errol Flynn Now, fame, it is fleeting and stars, they keep falling And staying right up there, thats the business of art And luck kisses some and she passes by others Disappointment and bourbon are hard on the heart Now, the women and beers, and the years with old Errol They took their toll, they took me from his side He kissed me goodbye at the old Union Station Thats the last time I saw him, the last time I cried Now Im sitting alone in a house in Reseda Watchin the Late Show as the moonlight shines in And up on the screen, well, here comes my Daddy Its a sad, funny feeling, now Im older than him So, you daddies and daughters, you sons and you mothers Remember lifes over before it begins So love one another and stand close together As close as my Dad did to old Errol Flynn
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