Billy Joel: Piano Man – Regular crowd at the Inn

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A regular evening at a non-descript Inn somewhere in the Riverlands … the usual customers gather … they eat, they drink, they live …

They hum to Tom Sevenstrings's melodic tune raising their cups …

… a toast to the their lives: what is, what was, what could have been …

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It's nine o'clock on a Saturday

The regular crowd shuffles in

There's a gruff man sitting next to me

Makin' love to his chicken and ale

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He says, "Son, can you play me a memory

I'm not really sure how it goes

But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete

When I wore a non-scarred face"

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La la la, di da da

La la di did a dum (and the drum goes) boom doom boom doom

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Sing us a song, you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well, we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feelin' alright

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Now Hot Pie at the bar is a friend of mine

He gets me my drinks for free

And Edd is quick with a joke or to light up your smoke

But there's someplace that he'd rather be

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He says, "Tom, I believe this is killing me"

As the smile ran away from his face

"Well I'm sure that I could be a famous star

If I could get out of this place"

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La la la, di da da

La la di did a dum (and the drum goes) boom doom boom doom

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Now Yoren is a Man of the Night Watch

Who never had time for a wife

And he's talkin' with Selmy, who's still in the Kingsguard

And probably will be for life

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And the wenches are practicing politics

As the Faceless Man slowly get stoned

Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness

But it's better than drinkin' alone

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Sing us a song you're the piano man …

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It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday

And the Innkeeper gives me a smile

'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see

To forget about life for a while

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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?"

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Oh, la la la, di da da

La la di did a dum (and the drum goes) boom doom boom doom

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Just a regular evening at a non-descript Inn … people from all walks of life: the highborn and the small folk, a hedge knight and a Gold Cloak, a farmer and a Sept, a servant and a Lord … They are all sharing a drink they call life … But it's better than drinking alone …. La la la di di da …