Counting Crows - Mr Jonesadd

Bm               G
Well I was down at the New Amsterdam
     Em              A
Just staring at this yellow haired girl
Bm                    G                   A
Mr Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamingo dancer
       Bm                   G            Em                        A
You no she dancers well his father plays guitar and she’s suddenly beautif
ul
       Bm                               G            A
And we all want something beautiful…man I wish I was beautiful lalalala
    Bm     G
Oh, cut up Maria,
         Em                        A
Come on, show me some of them Spanish dancers
    Bm        G           A
And pass me a bottle Mr Jones
    Bm         G            Em                 A               Bm         G
Oh, believe in me, come on, help me believe in anything, cause I wanna be someon
e
     A
who believes

D   G                    A
Mr Jones and me tell each other fairytales
    D                                      G                     A
And we stare at the beautiful women, she’s looking at you nananana, she
217;s looking at me
D                      G             A
Standing in this bright light coming through his stereo
D                        G                A
When everybody loves you…you should never be lonely

      Bm                G
Well I wanna paint myself a picture
Em                   A
I wanna paint myself in blue, and red, and black and grey
Bm               G                     A
All the beautiful colours are very very meaningful
             Bm            G
Ya, you know grey? It’s my favourite colour
Em                     A
I just get so confused every day
      Bm      G                A
but if I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a grey guitar and play

D   G           A
Mr Jones and me look into the future
D                                        G                     A
We stare at all the beautiful women, man she’s looking at you, man I don&#
8217;t think so she’s looking at me
D                           G                    A
Standing in this spotlight, look at me I, I got myself this grey guitar
         D        G
Man when everybody loves me
  A
I hope I never get lonely lalalala

        Bm
Yeah, I wanna be a lion
                G
I know, I know, everybody wants to pass as cats
Bm
We all wanna be big, big, big, big, big stars
     A
Yeah but then we get seconds thoughts about that
    Bm                 G
So, believe in me, man I don’t believe in anything
Bm                   A
And I don’t wanna be someone to believe
You should not believe in me

      D    G                   A
Cause Mr Jones and me, we just went stumbling through the barrio
D                  G                           A
We stare at all the beautiful women, man she’s perfect for you
There’s got to be someone for me
D              G         A
I wanna be Bob Dylan, Mr Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
         D              G                  A
Well man when everybody loves you, sometimes that’s just about as fucked u
p as you can be

D              G                A
Well can’t you hear me cause I’m dreaming
D               G           A
But I did not go outside yesterday
       D              G
Oh, don’t wake me cause I was dreaming
A
And I might just stay inside again today
       D   G                                       A
Cause Mr Jones and me, we don’t see each other much anymore!