Errol Flynn Songtext
von Donnie Fritts

In the hall on the wall in a house in Reseda
There′s a poster held up with two nails and a pin
It's my daddy the actor about 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 really mean much," he would say with a grin
But he held my hand tight when he'd point his name out
Only four or five names down below Errol Flynn

Now fame, oh it′s fleeting, and the stars, they keep falling
Standing right up there, that′s the business of art
And luck she kisses some but she passes by others
Disappointment and bourbon are hard on the heart
It's hard on the heart


So the women and the beers and the years with old Errol
They took their toll, took me from his side
He kissed me goodbye at the old Union Station
The last time I saw him, the last time I cried

Now I sit alone in a house in Reseda
Watching the late show as moonlight shines in
Then up on the screen, why, there is my daddy
It′s a sad, funny feeling, now I'm older than him
I′m older than him

So you daddies and you daughters, you sons and y'all 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
Say love one another, and stand close together
As close as my dad did to Errol Flynn