Billy Joel Piano Man (ver 7) chords

Piano Man (ver 7) by Billy Joel

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