Counting Crows - Mr jones

^{Am F Dm G} Sha la ^Amla la la l^Fa la^G uh huh...^G

^AmI was down at the New ^FAmsterdam^Dm staring at this ^Gyellow-haired girl Mr. ^AmJones strikes up a convers^Fation with this ^Gblack-haired ^Gflamenco dancer ^AmShe dances while his ^Ffather plays guita^Dmr. She's suddenly ^Gbeautiful We ^Amall want something ^Fbeautiful,^G I wish I was beautif^Gul

So come ^Amdance this silence ^Fdown through the morning ^Dm Sha la la la^G la la la la ^Amyeah ^F uh h^Guh... ^{G Am} Cut up, ^FMaria! ^Dm Show me some of them ^GSpanish dances ^Am Pass me a ^Fbottle, Mr. ^GJones ^{G Am} Believe in ^Fme.^Dm Help me believe in ^Ganything 'Cause ^AmI want to be ^Fsomeone who be^Glieves ^G

^CMr. J^Fones and m^Ge tell each other ^Gfairy tales ^C Stare at the beautiful ^Fwomen "She's ^Glooking at you. ^GAh, no, no, she's looking at me."

^CSmiling in the ^Fbright lights,^G coming through in ^Gstereo When ^Ceverybody lo^Fves you,^G you can never be ^Glonely

^AmI will paint my ^Fpicture.^Dm Paint myself in ^Gblue and red and black and gray ^Am All of the beautiful ^Fcolors are very, very ^Gmeaningful ^G (you know) ^AmGray is my favorite colo^Fr I^Dm felt so sym^Gbolic yesterday ^Am If I knew Pi^Fcasso I^G would buy myself a ^Ggray guitar and play

^CMr. J^Fones and ^Gme look into the ^Gfuture ^C Stare at the beautiful ^Fwomen "She's ^Glooking at you. ^GUh, I don't think so. She's looking at me." ^CStanding in the ^Fspotlight ^GI bought myself a ^Ggray guitar When ^Ceverybody lo^Fves me,^G I will never be ^Glonely ^Am

I wil^Aml never be ^Flonely I ^DMwill never be ^Glonely

^Am I want to be a lion. ^FEverybody wants to pass as cats ^Am We All want to be big, big stars, but ^Gwe got different reasons for that. ^Am Believe in me because I ^Fdon't believe in anything And ^AmI want to be someone to ^Gbelieve, to believe, to believe.

^CMr. ^FJones and m^Ge stumbling through the ^Gbarrio Yeah we ^Cstare at the beautiful ^Fwomen "She's ^Gperfect for you, man,^G there's got to be somebody for me." ^C I want to be Bob ^FDylan Mr.^G Jones wishes he was someone^G just a little more funky When ^Ceverybody loves^F you, son,^G that's just about as ^Gfunky as you can be.

^C Mr. ^FJones and me ^Gstaring at the v^Gideo W^Chen I look at the tele^Fvision, I want to ^Gsee me staring right back at me. ^CWe all want to be big st^Fars, but we ^Gdon't know why, ^Gand we don't know how. But^C when everybody l^Foves me, I'm ^Ggoing to be just about as ^Ghappy as I can be. ^CMr. ^FJones and me^G, we're gonna be big stars.....