Counting Crows - Mr Jonesadd

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

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

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

G   C           D
Mr Jones and me look into the future
G                                        C                     D
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
G                           C                    D
Standing in this spotlight, look at me I, I got myself this grey guitar
         G        C
Man when everybody loves me
  D
I hope I never get lonely lalalala

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

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

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