Belle & Sebastian - Piazza new york catcher
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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