Errol Flynn

"In the hall on the wall in a house in Receda"

Is a poster held up by two nails and a pinIt's my daddy the actor

'bout to die with his boots on

He's the man standing up there beside

Errol Flynn

He got third or fourth billing at the end of each picture

"That don't mean much," he would say with a grin

But he held 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 stayin' right up there, that's the business of art

And luck kisses some while she passes by others

Disappointment and bourbon are hard on the heart

Now the women and beers and the years with old

ErrolThey took their toll and took me from his sideI kissed him goodbye

at the old Union station

That's the last time I saw him, the last time

I cried Now I'm sitting alone in a house in

RecedaWatching the late show as moonlight shines in

And up on the screen, well, here comes my daddy

It's a sad, funny feeling, now I'm older than him

So you daddies and daughters, you sons and you mothers

Remember life's over before it begins

So love one another, and stand close together

As close as my dad did to old

Errol Flynn