: Instrumental
Instrumental
Let the Piano Man Play (2x) I?m call you in the middle of the night Before we have a little problem You You You, Me & You, You You And it ain?t gon be
so... well I'm going To sing to ya to get you to understand Baby listen up it's sad news Ooooh! Yeah [Sigh's] I love ya but I'm sorry I just (ooh)
d rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin [Kanye West] It's on I'm packin weight like Nina Simone piano flow It's like a Michelangelo
feel drunk but I'm sober I'm young and I'm underpaid I'm tired but I'm working, yeah I care but I'm restless I'm here but I'm really gone I'm wrong and I'm sorry
, I sent for the doctor See what he could do for me Do for me He said, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' Lord have mercy on me Oh yeah! (guitar & instrumental)
know my celibate days are over You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed In the mirror of my steamy bathroom where the lino tells A sorry
keep Moving on Moving on (it's better than running) Moving on Too many reasons to be worried Too many times I should've cared Too many reasons to be sorry
knew The things you learned would matter The things you did and didn't do Would someday define you The things you hate the most The lessons on piano
cute exchange: Ernie: Okay, you can turn it over now. Herry: Sure thing, Ernie. (sound of piano crashing) Ernie: Herry! Not the piano! The record! Turn over the record! Herry (meekly): Sorry
(What) what will I tell my darling (when) oh when she comes back home How will I say that I'm sorry for the sings that I know I've done wrong (Oh she
much I'm sorry if I loved you too much and make you go If I loved you too much forgive me but I loved you in the only way I know [ steel + piano ] If
instead My wife will tell you just how much I love More Beaver Ladies and gentlemen, Brad Paisley on lead guitar Stroke it Bet you can't play the piano
one dope dog in the state That mutt found the joint in my pocket That was buried and locked up in the back of the trailer And the guitars and the piano
handle, money mackin' Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando Squares don't understando Play like a piano
our troubles fly away Come on, baby, let's don't fight Come on, mama, let's fly tonight Come on, baby, let's dance the night away Now, I'm so sorry
Farewell to cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between arches Her very lowness with a head in a sling I'm truly sorry, but it sounds like a wonderful
