Errol Flynn

In a hall, on a wall, in a house in Reseda
 There's a poster held up by two nails and a pin
 It'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
 "Well, 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
 Now, the women and beers, and the years with old Errol
 They took their toll and took me from his side
 He kissed me 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 Reseda
 Watchin' the Late Show as the 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