Errol Flynn
(Amanda McBroom/Gordon Hunt)
In a hall, on a wall, in a house in Reseda A poster's held up by 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 "But that don't mean much," he would say with a grin But he'd 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, that's the business of art And luck kisses some and she passes by others Disappointment and bourbon are hard on the heart Oh, the women and beers and the years with old Errol They took their toll, they took me from his side And he kissed me goodbye at the old union station It's the last time I saw him, the last time I cried Now I'm sitting alone in a house in Reseda Watching a 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 So love one another and stand close together As close as my dad did to old Errol Flynn