Billy Joel - Piano Man
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G11It`s Cnine oEm/Bclock on a Amsaturday C/G
The Fregular C/Ecrowd shuffles D7in
GThere`s an Cold man Em/Bsitting Amnext to me C/G
making Flove to his G11tonic and Cgin
C F/C Cmaj7 G11 C Em/B Am C/G F C/E
D7He says: Son can you play me a memory
I`m not really sure how it goes
But it`s Csad and it`s Em/Bsweet
and I Amknew it C/Gcomplete
when FI wore a G11younger mans Cclothes
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CSing us a Em/Bsong you`re the Ampiano man C/G
FSing us a C/Esong D7tonight
GWell, we`re Call in the Em/Bmood for a Ammelody C/G
and Fyou`ve got us G11feeling all Cright
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Now Paul at the bar he`s a friend of mine,
he gets me my drinks for free
And he`s quick with a joke
and a light up your smoke
but there`s some place that he`d rather be
He says: Bill I believe this is killing me
as the smile ran away from his face
Well I`m sure that I could be a movie star
if I could get out of this place
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
who never had time for a wife
And he`s talking with Davy
who`s still in the Navy
and probably will be for life
And the waitress is practising politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
but it`s better than drinking alone
It`s a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
Cause he knows that it`s me they've been coming to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano sounds like a carnival
and the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar
and put bread in my jar
and say: Man, what are you doing here?