A, G, D, A From the pictures he took
To the roles he laid down
All the things that he built
Such a glorious soundFrom the streets of New York
To this little french town
Did he play all he had?
Was there greatness unfound?So pick up the pace
Or abandon renown
Bm
You can’t be a king without a crown
G, Bm, A
Jack of all trades
Master of none
From the tales that he wrote
To the tracks he laid down
All his lofty designs
Best business in town
To this quiet white street
From that little french town
Did he give all he had?
Was there greatness unfound?
So pick up the pace
Or abandon renown
You can’t be a king without a crown
Jack of all trades
Master of none
Bm, G, D, A
So if I seem distracted now
Beg it off, beg it off
Not much meaning to ascribe
Carry on, carry on
Can I give it one last try?
Give it all, give it all
Can I give it one last try?
Give it all, give it all