| D | G | D | G | |
| I'm the piano | player | down at Eddie's | bar |
| D | G | D | G | |
| and | Rachel, she's the | waitress who | wants to be a | star. |
| C | G | C | G | |
| She s | wears she's gonna m | ake it, | make it big some | day |
| C | A7 | D | G | D | G | |
| and she'll | send me picture | postcards from | LA |
| When it's time for closing I play while Rachel sings |
| She listens to my music, I listen to her dreams |
| She swears she's gonna make it, she's goin' all the way, |
| and I say, "Send me picture postcards from LA." |
| Em | Bm | G | D | |
| Send me | postcards from L | A signed with | love forever | more. |
| Em | Bm | G | |
| Picture | postcards from | LA to hang on my re | frigerator door. |
| Em | F#m | G | A7 | D | G | D | G | |
| Rachel, if you f | ind me one I'd love a | picture of | the California | sun. |
| When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me things |
| like do I really think she's pretty, do I like the way she sings? |
| I don't know how to answer, so I always smile and say, |
| I say, "Send me picture postcards from LA." |
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| Bridge: |
| Bb | C | F | Bb | |
| Sometimes | Rachel stands up in the | middle of the | bar |
| C | F | |
| and does a | scene from the late s | how. |
| Bb | C | F | Bb | |
| We all c | lap our hands as she | puts her apron o | n |
| C | D | G | D | G | |
| and says, "Next | week, I'm gonna | go!" |
| She'll even buy a ticket and pack her things to leave. |
| Though we all know the story we pretend that we believe |
| But something always comes up, something always makes her stay. |
| And still no picture postcards from LA. |
| (CHORUS) |
| I'm the piano player down at Eddie's bar |
| and Rachel, she's the waitress who wants to be a star. |