Piano Man

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Chords and lyrics for Piano Man by Billy Joel

 
It’s  
G 
nine 
 
o’c
D 
lock on a  
Em 
saturday
 
The regu
C 
lar crowd shuffles  
A 
in
 
There’s an  
G 
old 
 
m
D 
an sitting  
Em 
next to me
 
Makin’  
C 
love to his  
D 
tonic and  
G 
gin
 
He says, “
G 
son, can you p
D 
lay me a  
Em 
memory?
 
I’m  
C 
not really sure how it  
A 
goes
 
But it’s  
G 
sad and it’s  
D 
sweet and i k
Em 
new it complete
 
When  
C 
i wore a  
D 
younger man’s  
G 
clothes”
 
Em 
La la la, de
D 
de 
 
da
Em 
La la, de de
D 
da 
 
da
G 
da
 
G 
Sing us a  
D 
song, you’re the  
Em 
piano 
 
man
C 
Sing us a song  
A 
tonight
 
Well, we’re  
G 
all in the  
D 
mood for a  
Em 
melody
 
And  
C 
you’ve got us  
D 
feelin’ 
 
 
G 
alright
 
Now  
G 
john at the  
D 
bar is a  
Em 
friend of mine
 
He  
C 
gets me my drinks for  
A 
free
 
And he’s  
G 
quick with a  
D 
joke or to  
Em 
light up your smoke
 
But there’s  
C 
someplace that  
D 
he’d rather  
G 
be
 
He says, “
G 
bill, i  
D 
believe this is  
Em 
killing 
 
me.”
 
As the  
C 
smile ran away from his  
A 
face
 
“well i’m  
G 
sure that i  
D 
could be a  
Em 
movie 
 
star
 
If  
C 
i could get  
D 
out of this  
G 
place”
 
Oh,  
Em 
la la la, de de
D 
da
Em 
La la, de de
D 
da 
 
da
G 
da
 
Now  
G 
paul is a  
D 
real estate  
Em 
novelist
 
Who  
C 
never had time for a  
A 
wife
 
And he’s  
G 
talkin’ with  
D 
davy who’s  
Em 
still in the navy
 
And  
C 
probably 
 
 
D 
will be for  
G 
life
 
And the  
G 
waitress is  
D 
practicing 
 
 
Em 
politics
 
As the  
C 
businessmen slowly get  
A 
stoned
 
Yes, they’re  
G 
sharing a  
D 
drink they call  
Em 
loneliness
 
But it’s  
C 
better than  
D 
drinkin’ 
 
 
G 
alone
 
It’s a  
G 
pretty good  
D 
crowd for a  
Em 
saturday
 
And the  
C 
manager gives me a  
A 
smile
 
’cause he  
G 
knows that it’s  
D 
me they’ve been  
Em 
comin’ to see
 
To  
C 
forget about  
D 
life for a  
G 
while
 
And the  
G 
piano, it  
D 
sounds like a  
Em 
carnival
 
And the  
C 
microphone smells like a  
A 
beer
 
And they  
G 
sit at the  
D 
bar and put  
Em 
bread in my jar
 
And say, “
C 
man, what are  
D 
you doin’  
G 
here?”
 
Oh,  
Em 
la la la, de de
D 
da
Em 
La la, de de
D 
da 
 
da
G 
da

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