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Piazza New York Catcher by Belle And Sebastian Tabbed by: CatchingFirefly This is the easiest way to play this song and have the correct sound. Most of the credit goes to squizz for tabbing ver 2, but I have made some changes to things I think sound better. Standard Tuning Capo: 1st
GElope with me Miss Private and we’ll sAmail around the wEmorld AmI will be your Ferdinand and yEmou my wayward girl How mAmany nights of talking in hotDel rooms can you take? How mAmany nights of limping round on Dpagan holidays? Oh eloAmpe with me in private and we’ll sEmet something ablaze A tAmrail for the dDevil to erEmase
GSan Francisco’s calling us, the AmGiants and Mets will pEmlay AmPiazza, New York catcher, are you Emstraight or are you gay? We Amhung about the stadium, we’ve Dgot no place to stay We Amhung about the tenderloin and Dtenderly you tell About the Amsaddest book you ever read, it aEmlways makes you cry The Amstatue’s crying Dtoo and well he Emmay
I Glove you I’ve a drowning grip on Amyour adoring fEmace I Amlove you my responsibiliEmty has found a place BeAmside you and strong warnings in the Dguise of gentle words Come Amwave upon me from the wider Dfamily net absurd “You’ll take Amcare of her, I know it, you will dEmo a better job” AmMaybe, but Dnot what she deEmserves
ElGope with me Miss Private and we’ll Amdrink ourselves aEmwake We’ll Amtaste the coffee houses and awEmard certificates A Amprivy seal to keep the feel of D1960 style We’ll Amcomment on the decor and we’ll Dhelp the passer by And at Amdusk when work is over we’ll contEminue the debate In a Amborrowed bedroom Dvirginal and sEmpare
The Gcatcher hits for .318 and Amcatches every dEmay The Ampitcher puts religion first and Emrests on holidays He Amgoes into cathedrals and lies Dprostrate on the floor He Amknows the drink affects his speed he’s Dpraying for a doorway Back inAmto the life he wants a confEmession from the bench AmLife outside the Ddiamond is a Emwrench
I Gwish that you were here with me to Ampass the dull wEmeekend I Amknow it wouldn’t come to love, my Emheroine pretend A Amlady stepping from the songs we Dlove until this day You’d Amsettle for an epitaph like “DWalk Away, Renee” The sun upAmon the roof in winter will draw yEmou out like a flower
AmMeet you at the Dstatue in an Emhour AmMeet you at the Dstatue in an Emhour