Piano Man

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   Its nine oclock on a saturday
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   The   regular crowd shuffles in

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   Theres an old man    sitting 
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next to me   making love to his 
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tonic and gin

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C/E
D7
                He says son can you 
play me a memory   im    not really 
sure
how it goes

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But its sad and its sweet and I 
Am      C/G           F        
knew it complete when I wore a 
G11          C
younger mans
clothes

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Chorus;

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C/E  G7/D   C         Em/B     
            Sing us a song your
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 the piano man          Sing us a 
C/E       D7
song
tonite

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  Well were all in the mood for a
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 melody         and youve got us 
G11         C
feeling all
right
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Now Paul at the bar hes a freind of 
mine, he gets me my drinks for free
And hes quick with a joke and a 
light of your smoke but theres some 
place that
hed rather be
He says bill i beilive this is 
killing me as the smile ran away 
from his face
Well im 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 hes talking with Davy whos 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 its better than 
drinking
alone

its a pretty good crowd for a 
saturday And the manager gives me a 
smile
Cause he knows that its 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?