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Mr. Jones
Counting Crows

Am F Dm G Am F G G

sha la la la la la la uh huh...

 

Am F Dm G

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl

Am F G

Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer

Am F Dm G

She dances while his father plays guitar. She's suddenly beautiful

Am F G

We all want something beautiful I wish I was beautiful

 

Am F

So come dance this silence down through the morning

Dm G Am F G *

sha la la la la la la la yeah uh huh...

Am F Dm G

Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances

Am F G

Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones

Am F Dm G

Believe in me Help me believe in anything

Am F G

(cause) I want to be someone who believes

 

C F G

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales

C F

Stare at the beautiful women

G

"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."

C F G

Smiling in the bright lights Coming through in stereo

C F G

When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

 

Am F Dm G

I will paint my picture Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray

Am F G

All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful

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(you know) Gray is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yes¬terday

Am F G

If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

 

C F G

Mr. Jones and me look into the future

C F

Stare at the beautiful women

G

"She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."

C F G

Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a gray guitar

C F G Am

When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

 

Am

I will never be lonely

G

I will never be lonely

Am F

I want to be a lion Everybody wants to pass as cats

Am G

We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that.

Am F

Believe in me because I don't believe in anything

Am G

and I want to be someone to believe, to believe, to believe.

 

C F G

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio

C F

Yeah we stare at the beautiful women

G

"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."

C F

I want to be Bob Dylan

G

Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky

C F G

When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be.

 

C F G

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video

C F G

When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me.

C F G

We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why, and we don't know how.

C F G

But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as I can

be.

C F G

Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars.....