How Many Friends(Chords)

	        F     Gm     Eb      Bb  Gm7   F 
 
F                Gm 
  I'm feelin' so good right now 
          Eb                    Bb    Gm7         F 
There's a handsome boy tells me how I changed his past 
             Gm 
He buys me a brandy 
Eb                    Bb          Gm7      F 
  Or could it be he's really just after my ass? 
             Gm 
He likes the clothes I wear 
Eb                   Bb     Gm7      F 
  He says he likes a man to dress in season 
           Gm               Eb                Bb 
But no one else ever stares, he's being so kind 
Gm7           C--> 
What's the reason? 
 
{Chorus} 
 
C         G             Am    F 
 How many friends have I really got? 
                          G 
 You can count 'em on one hand 
C         G              Am     F        G 
 How many friends have I really got? 
C         G              Am     F    
 How many friends have I really got? 
     Bb   F        Bb   F           Bb   F/A Gm Gm7 C 
That love me, that want me, that'll take me  as I   am? 
 
Suddenly it's a silver screen 
And a face so beautiful that I have to cry out 
Everybody hears me 
Well, I look like a fool, now, if I try and I shy out 
She knows all of my friends 
But it's nice to find a woman who'll stay on late 
But now I think I've reached the end 
I wonder in the dead of night, how do I rate?  
 
{repeat Chorus} 
 
 
Cm                 Cm/Bb 
   It's all like a dream you know 
            Bb                    F 
When you're still up early in the morning 
Gm                    F                   Eb 
    And you all sit together to watch the sun come through 
Cm                 Cm/Bb 
  But things don't look so good 
               Ab 
When you could use a bit of warning 
Fm                                    C/G                   G 
  Then you know that no one will ever speak the truth about you. 
 
{repeat Chorus} 
 
When I first signed the contract, it was more than a handshake then 
I know it still is, but there's a plain fact 
We talk so much shit behind each other's backs, I get the willies 
People know nothing about their own soft guts 
So how come they can sum us up 
Without suffering all the hype we've known 
How come they bum us up 
 
{repeat Chorus}
	        

Written by Pete Townshend