Counting Crows - Mr Jonesadd

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

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

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

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

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

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

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