Counting Crows - Mr Jonesadd

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

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

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

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

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

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

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