Here's Looking At You, Kid keyboard

Here's Looking At You, Kid

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C                           Am 
You can tell Gayle, if she calls, 
           F                          G 
that I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs. 
C                    Am  F                         G 
And even if that's a lie, she should've given me a try. 
              Am           G           F             C 
When we were kids on the field of the first day of school. 
Am         G         F 
I would've been her fool. 
     Am                   G                 F              C 
And I would've sang out your name in those old high school halls. 
C                G               C 
You tell that to Gayle, if she calls. 

C                           Am 
And you can tell Jane, if she writes, 
           F                          G 
that I'm drunk off all these stars and all these crazy Hollywood nights. 
C                    Am  F                         G 
That's total deceit, but she should've married me. 
              Am           G           F             C 
And tell her I spent every night of my youth on the floor, 
Am         G         F 
bleeding out from all these wounds. 
     Am                   G                 F              C 
I would've gotten her a ride out of that town she despised. 
C                G               C 
You tell that to Janey, if she writes. 

      Am         F         C                G 
But boys will be boys and girls have those eyes 
         Am       F               C     G 
that will cut you to ribbons sometimes. 
     Am        F            C           G 
And all you can do is just wait by the moon 
     Am                     F               C   G 
and bleed if it's what she says you oughta do. 

Am  F  C  G 
Am  F  C  G 
Am  G  F  C 
C   G  C 

C                           Am 
You remind Nana, if she asks why, 
       F                                   G 
that a thief stole my heart while she was making up her mind. 
   C                                    Am 
I heard she lives in Brooklyn with the cool, 
   F                                   G 
goes crazy over that New York scene on 7th Avenue. 
               Am            G              F          C 
But I used to wait at the diner, a million nights without her, 
Am                G              F 
praying she won't cancel again tonight. 
          Am               G            F           C 
And the waiter served my coffee with a consolation sigh. 
C          G                  C 
You remind Nana, if she asks why. 

C  Am  F  G 
               Tell her it's alright 
C  Am  F  G 
               You know it's hard to tell you this. 
Am  G  F  C     Am  G  F  C 
                                 Oh it's hard to tell you this. 

Am  G  F  C       C        G               C 
                  Here's looking at you, Kid.  

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