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