Billy Joel

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            G                        D
There's a place in the world for the angry young man
         Am7                         D
With his working class ties and his radical plans
      G                   D
He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl
         Am7                     G/D          D
And he's always at home with his back to the wall
          F/A          G7/B          C
And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost
          G/B          A/C#        D
And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross
        G                       D           Cmaj7
And he likes to be known as the angry young man

Give a moment or two to the angry young man
With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand
He's been stabbed in the back, he's been misunderstood
It's a comfort to know his intentions are good
And he sits in a room with a lock on the door
With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor
And he likes to be known as the angry young man

F              Gm7
I believe I've passed the age
    A#       A#/D     C        C/A#
Of consciousness and righteous rage
   F/A                  A#         C        D
I found that just surviving was a noble fight
G                   Am7
I once believed in causes too
   C      C/E       D        D/C
I had my pointless point of view
     G/B             C               A
And life went on no matter who was wrong or
 A9sus4 A A7 D D9sus4 D D7
right

And there's always a place for the angry young man
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand
And he's never been able to learn from mistakes
So he can't understand why his heart always breaks
And his honor is pure, and his courage as well
And he's fair, and he's true, and he's boring as hell
And he'll go to the grave as an angry old man

Yes, there's always a place for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl
And he's always at home with his back to the wall
And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost
And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross
And he likes to be known as the angry young man