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  Piano Man               Billy Joel  (where */* = */* bass)
  (you will have to view this on a VGA monitor or print it out in
  Courier 10/20)    beat=3/4


G11    C     Em/B       Am       C/G     F       C/E            D7
   Its nine oclock on a saturday   The   regular crowd shuffles in

G            C       Em/B       Am         C/G      F           G11       C
   Theres an old man    sitting next to me   making love to his tonic and gin

C F/C CMaJ7 G11         C           Em/B      Am     C/G     F          C/E
D7
                He says son can you play me a memory   im    not really sure
how it goes

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

Chorus;

Am       AmG       D7/F#      F  Am      Am/G          D7/F#     D7   G   G/F
Da da da     de de Da               dada          dede da          da da


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

G           C          Em/B       Am     C/G         F            G11         C
  Well were all in the mood for a melody         and youve got us feeling all
right
F/C  Cmaj7     {1,2,3,4 G11}
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?