Intro: G  C  G  C  D  G 
  
                     Em 
Somewhere a red-eyed waitress 
            C                Em    Am 
Glances at another movie magazine 
  
Down on the corner there's a grocery boy  
         C                    D       C 
Stuffing boxes full of hungry dreams 
                          Am 
Someone's cleaning up the offices 
    Em             D      Em    C 
One window burning in the dark 
                            Am         D 
Somebody's crying, is there any way in hell 
                                      G 
To light a comet from a single spark? 
  
  
   
Working so hard I can't remember much 
          C                      Em    Am 
About the freedom I been working for 
  
Felt like a prisoner 'til I looked in your eyes 
          C                 D       C 
And saw a million wide open doors 
                          Am 
Ya tell me, "Put a little money away 
            Em                D      Em     
Well, every dog will have his day in time" 
             C                            Am 
Well, I been slaving like a dog and I got nothing to show ya 
      D  
But a collar and a fist full of nickels and dimes 
  
  
Chorus: 
         C                     Am 
I want a piece, a piece of the action 
Em 
Give me a shot at the real thing 
         C                      Am 
I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action 
      D 
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings 
      C                         D                   G 
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings 
  
  
     
Been living just like my old man did 
            C                      Em    Am 
And neither one of us could get it right 
  
Punching in when the day begins 
             C                     D       C 
And punching out the local boys at night 
                             Am 
There's someone leaning on a peeling porch 
            Em           D      Em    
And someone leaving on a silver plane 
      C                        Am 
And I finally know the man I'd rather be 
        D  
Girl, I won't be back to getcha 'til they know my name 
  
  
Chorus: 
         C                     Am 
I want a piece, a piece of the action 
Em 
Give me a shot at the real thing 
         C                      Am 
I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action 
      D 
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings 
      C                         D  
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings 
  
  
Bridge: 
           Am                  C 
Well, they hand you a paycheck every week 
            Em     
And steal a piece of your soul every day 
            C                     Am 
And I don't need no gold watch in fifty years 
D 
Baby, let's be golden today 
  
  
Chorus: 
         C                     Am 
I want a piece, a piece of the action 
Em 
Give me a shot at the real thing 
         C                      Am 
I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action 
      D 
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings 
         C                      Am 
I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action 
Em 
Give me a shot at the real thing 
         C                              Am 
I want a piece of the action, I've been breaking my back 
      D 
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings 
  
  
Lead Break: C Am Bm Em C Am D  
  
  
Chorus: 
         C                     Am 
I want a piece, a piece of the action 
Em 
Give me a shot at the real thing 
         C                      Am 
I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action 
      D 
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings 
      C                         D                  G 
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings 
  
  
OUTRO:   (## slow to end ##) 
                     Em 
Somewhere a red-eyed waitress 
            C                Em    Am 
Glances at another movie magazine 
  
Down on the corner there's a grocery boy 
         C                    D  
Stuffing boxes full of hungry dreams