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| F# | C# | Ebm | F# | | It’s | nine o’ | clock on a s | aturday |
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| B | F# | Ab | C# | | The re | gular crow | d shuffl | es in |
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There’s an old man sitting next to me |
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Making l ove to his tonic and gin |
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He says son can you play me a memory |
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I’m n ot really s ure how it g oes |
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But it’s s ad and its s weet and I k new it comple te |
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when I wore a younger man�s clothes |
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Sing us a song you’re the piano man |
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Well we’re a ll in the m ood for a m elody |
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and you’ve got us feeling all right |
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Now John at the bar ’ he’s a friend of mine, |
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he gets me my drinks for free |
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And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke |
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but there’s some place that he’d rather be |
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He says bill I believe this is killing me |
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as the smile ran away from his face, |
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Well I’m sure that I could be a movie star, |
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if I could get out of this place |
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La da da de de Da Da da da de de Da DA DE |
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Now Paul is a real estate novelist |
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who never had time for a wife |
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And he’s talking with Davy who’s still in the navy |
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and probably will be for life |
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And the waitress is practising politics |
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As the businessmen slowly get stoned |
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yes they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness |
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but its better than drinking alone |
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It’s a pretty good crowd for a saturday |
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And the manager gives me a smile |
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Cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been coming to see |
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To forget about life for a while |
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And the piano sounds like a carnival |
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and the microphone smells like a beer |
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And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar |
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and say man what are you doing here? |
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La da da de de Da Da da da de de Da DA DE |
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