Counting Crows - Mr jones

^{Bm G Dm A} Sha la l^Bma la la^G la la^A uh^A huh...

^BmI was down at^G the Ne^Dmw Amste^Ardam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. ^BmJones strikes u^Gp a conver^Asation with this black-haired flamenco dancer ^BmShe dances wh^Gile his ^Dmfather plays ^Aguitar. She's suddenly beautiful We ^Bmall want so^Gmething^A beautiful, I wish I was beautiful

So^Bm come dance ^Gthis silence down through the morning ^Dm Sha la la^A la la l^Bma la la^G yeah ^A uh huh... ^BmCut up,^G Maria! ^Dm Show me s^Aome of them Spanish dances ^BmPass me a^G bottle,^A Mr. Jones ^BmBelieve in^G me. ^Dm Help me bel^Aieve in anything '^BmCause I w^Gant to be ^Asomeone who believes

^DMr. J^Gones and ^Ame tell each other fairy tales ^DStare at the ^Gbeautiful women ^A"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."

^DSmiling i^Gn the br^Aight lights, coming through in stereo When ^Deverybo^Gdy loves^A you, you can never be lonely

^BmI will pain^Gt my p^Dmicture. ^APaint myself in blue and red and...