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
Am F Dm G *
(you know) Gray is my favorite color I felt
so symbolic yesterday
Am F G
If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray
guitar and play
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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.....
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