Billy Joel — Piano Man (ver 7) Chords

Right, so i've missed a couple of the fills, but hey.
Everything that is here is bang on, i've given you the
timing so, play away.  Terrar!

Standard tuning

 Cmj7          Dsus2sus4        Am7/G    
  0               3               0
  1               3               1
  0               0               0
  2               0               2
  2               x               x
  X               x               3

  G6              G5          Gmj9(no3rd)          
  3               3               3 
  3               3               3
  0               0               0 
  0               0               0
  2               x               0
  3               3               2

  G7
  1
  0
  0
  0
  0
  0

Timing 3/4     

    C      Cmj7       Am       Am7/G
Its nine o'clock on a saturday
   F        C              D   Dsus2sus4
The regular crowd shuffles in
           C     Cmj7       Am        Am7/G
There's an old man sitting next to me
       F           G6        C     C
Makin love to his tonic and gin


       C       Cmj7       Am           Am7/G
       
       F       G6         C            C

       F7      F7

         C            Cmj7      Am      Am7/G
He says, son, can you play me a memory? 
    F          C           D      Dsus2sus4 
I'm not really sure how it goes
        C           Cmj7        Am          Am7/G
But its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete
       F       G6          C         C      
When I wore a younger mans clothes

     Am      Am7/G         D           F
  La  la     la,        de de da

  Am     Am7/G    D/F#   D  G5  Gmj9(no 3rd)   C   G7
  La la, de de da da da

Chorus:
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, were 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 'Im 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 its better than drinkin' alone

Chorus

Its a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
cause he knows that its 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