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Mr. Jones

Höfundur lags: Adam Duritz Höfundur texta: David Bryson Flytjandi: Counting Crows Sent inn af: Anonymous
[Am]    [F]    [Dm]    [G] sha la la la la [Am]la la [F]    [G] uh huh...
[Am]I was down at the New [F]Amsterdam
[Dm]staring at this [G]yellow-haired girl
Mr. [Am]Jones strikes up a conver[F]sation
with this [G]black-haired flamenco dancer

[Am]She dances while his [F]father plays [Dm]guitar.
She's suddenly [G]beautiful
We [Am]all want something [F]beautiful
[G]I wish I was beautiful

So come [Am]dance this silence
[F]down through the morning
[Dm]sha la la [G]la la la la [Am]la yeah [F]    [G] uh huh...
[Am]Cut up, [F]Maria!
[Dm]Show me some of them [G]Spanish dances
[Am]Pass me a [F]bottle, Mr. [G]Jones
[Am]Believe in [F]me   [Dm]Help me believe in [G]anything
(cause) [Am]I want to be [F]someone who be[G]lieves

[C]Mr. J[F]ones and me [G]tell each other fairy tales
[C]Stare at the beautiful [F]women
[G]"She's looking at you.
Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
[C]Smiling in the [F]bright lights
[G]Coming through in stereo
When [C]everybody [F]loves you,
[G]you can never be lonely

[Am]I will paint my [F]picture
[Dm]Paint myself in [G]blue
and red and black and gray
[Am]All of the beautiful [F]colors
are very [G]very meaningful
(you know) [Am]Gray is my favorite [F]color
I [Dm]felt so sym[G]bolic yesterday
[Am]If I knew Pi[F]casso
I would [G]buy myself a gray guitar and play

[C]Mr. [F]Jones and me [G]look into the future
[C]Stare at the beautiful [F]women
[G]"She's looking at you.
Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
[C]Standing in the [F]spotlight
[G]I bought myself a gray guitar
When [C]everybody [F]loves me,
[G]I will never be lone[Am]ly   

I will never be [Am]lonely
I will never be lone[G]ly  
[Am]I want to be a lion
[F]Everybody wants to pass as cats
[Am]We all want to be big big stars,
but [G]we got different reasons for that.
[Am]Believe in me because I [F]don't believe in anything
and [Am]I want to be someone
to believe, [G]to believe, to believe.

[C]Mr. [F]Jones and me [G]stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we [C]stare at the beautiful [F]women
"She's [G]perfect for you, Man,
there's got to be somebody for me."
[C]I want to be Bob [F]Dylan
Mr. [G]Jones wishes he was
someone just a little more funky
When [C]everybody [F]loves you, [G]son,
that's just about as funky as you can be.

[C]Mr. J[F]ones and me [G]staring at the video
When I [C]look at the tele[F]vision,
I want to [G]see me staring right back at me.
[C]We all want to be [F]big stars,
but we [G]don't know why, and we don't know how.
But when [C]everybody lo[F]ves me,
I'm going to [G]be just about as happy as I can be.
[C]Mr. [F]Jones and me, [G]we're gonna be big stars.....

sha la la la la la la uh huh...
I was down at the New Amsterdam
staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
with this black-haired flamenco dancer

She dances while his father plays guitar.
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful

So come dance this silence
down through the morning
sha la la la la la la la yeah uh huh...
Cut up, Maria!
Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me Help me believe in anything
(cause) I want to be someone who believes

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you,
you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue
and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors
are very very meaningful
(you know) Gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me,
I will never be lonely

I will never be lonely
I will never be lonely
I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars,
but we got different reasons for that.
Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone
to believe, to believe, to believe.

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, Man,
there's got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was
someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son,
that's just about as funky as you can be.

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
When I look at the television,
I want to see me staring right back at me.
We all want to be big stars,
but we don't know why, and we don't know how.
But when everybody loves me,
I'm going to be just about as happy as I can be.
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars.....

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