Billy Joel

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        G        Am
Flyin' east on a plane,
         Bm                 C
drinkin' all that free champagne
G                 D               C  A D
Guess I saw this comin' down the line...
        G               Am
And I know it should be fun, but
   Bm                            C
I think I should have packed my gun,
         G              D             C
Got that old suburban showdown in my mind.

Sit around with the folks
Tell the same old tired jokes
Bored to death on Sunday afternoon
Mom and Dad, me and you
And the outdoor barbecue
Think I'm gonna hide out in my room

Chorus:
G          Em                           Bm
I've been gone for a while, made some changes
in my style
          C                G       F  F7
and they say you can't go home anymore
           Em
Well the streets all look the same, and
      Bm               E
I'll have to play the game
      Am
We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
         C               D
with the tv on with the neighbors there

Out in the yard
Where my Daddy worked so hard
He never lets the crab grass grow too high
Oh, the place hasn't changed
And that's why I'm gonna feel so strange
But I'll have to face the music bye and bye

chorus

Drive into town
When this big bird touches down
I'm only comin' home to say goodbye
Then I'm gone with the wind
And I won't be seen again
'Til that great suburban showdown in the sky
'Til that great suburban showdown in the sky