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Piano Man Tab

by Billy Joel


THis is my second tab (i think).

Hopefully it's all right.



                     
It's nine o'clock on a saturday
                              
The regular crowd shuffles in
                                     
There's an old man sitting next to me
                           
Makin' love to his tonic and gin
                               
He says, "son, can you play me a memory?
                          
I'm not really sure how it goes
                                 
But it's sad and it's sweet and i knew it complete
                          
When i wore a younger man's clothes"

           
La la la, de de da
                
La la, de de da da da

Chorus:
                         
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
              
Sing us a song tonight
                                
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
                        
And you've got us feelin' alright

                       
Now john at the bar is a friend of mine
                        
He gets me my drinks for free
                               
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
                                     
But there's someplace 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"
                  
Oh, la la la, de de da
                
La la, de de da da da

                        
Now paul is a real estate novelist
                        
Who never had time for a wife
                               
And he's talkin' with davy who's still in the navy
                       
And probably will be for life

                             
And the waitress is practicing politics
                             
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
                                     
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
                            
But it's better than drinkin' alone

Chorus

                             
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 comin' to see
                         
To forget about life for a while
                              
And the piano, it 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 doin' here?"

                  
Oh, la la la, de de da
                
La la, de de da da da

Chorus