I feel world is cheatin' My heart is barely beatin' Like alone wolf in the pack
No one to believe in Tryin' to fight these demons Where I'm going's where I'm at
Like high plains drifters And midnight misters Dancin' with the devil's rock n roll Dirt poor playboys And drug store cowboys Hey, rebel soul
I've been a man of reason Only to end up even I've paid the price of gavin' back
Low down and double dealing Up on the mountain kneeling I fell your love is just a trap
Like high plains drifters And midnight misters Siftin' though the devil's pot o' gold Dirt poor playboys And drug store cowboys Hey, rebel soul Rebel soul
I feel just like I'm trapped by nighttime I sleep with one eye open in the day I've walked the wrong way but I've walked a long way
Hey, rebel soul
Touched by the hand of treason I'm through with not believin' I'm leavin' town my bags are packed
And if you feel the need when You finally find your feelings You'll Know just where to find me at
With high plains drifters And midnight misters Dancin' with the devil's rock n roll Dirt poor playboys And drug store cowboys Hey, rebel soul Rebel soul Rebel soul Oh, rebel soul Rebel soul Rebel soul Rebel soul
Writer/s: Marlon Young, Jason Edward Krause, Robert J Ritchie, Matthew Shafer
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Wixen Music Publishing, Bluewater Music Corp.
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"Piano Man" was inspired by Billy Joel's time playing at a piano bar in Los Angeles. The "real estate novelist" was a guy who always talked about writing a book, but spent all his spare time in the bar.