Mr. Jones - Counting crows

^{Am F Dm G}sh^Ama l^Fa ^Dmla ^Gla^G la la la ^AmI was down at the ^FNew Amsterdam ^Dmstaring at this ^Gyellow haired girl Mr. ^AmJones strikes up this conver^Fsation whith this ^Gblack haired flamenco dancer ^AmShe dances while his ^Ffather playes ^Dmguitar. She's suddenly ^Gbeautiful We a^Amll want something ^Fbeautiful I wish I was ^Gbeautiful

So come ^Amdance this silence ^Fdown through the morning. ^Dmsha la la la^G la la ^Am Uh^F, h^Guh... ^AmCut up M^Fariea! ^DmShow me some of them spa^Gnish dances. ^AmPass me a ^Fbottle, Mr. ^GJones ^AmBelieve in ^Fme ^DmHelp me believe in ^Ganything (cause)^AmI want to be so^Fmeone who be^Glieves

^CMr. ^FJones and me^G tell each other fairy tales ^AmStare at the b^Feautiful women ^G"She's looking at you. Ah no, no she's looking at me." ^AmSmiling in the ^Fbright lights ^GComming through in sterio ^AmWhen everybody ^Floves you, ^Gyou can never be lonely

^AmI will paint my ^Fpicture Pa^Dmint my self in^G blue and red and black and grey ^AmAll of the beautiful ^Fcolors are very very ^Gmeaninful (You know) ^AmGrey is my ^Ffavorite color ^DmI felt so symbolic ^Gyesterday ^AmIf I knew ^FPicasso I would buy myself a ^Ggrey guitar and play

^CMr. ^FJones and me ^Glook into the future ^AmStare at the ^Fbeautiful women ^G"She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me." ^AmStanding in the ^Fspotlight ^GI bought myself a grey guitar ^AmWhen everybody ^Floves me, I ^Gwill never be lonel^Amy I will never be l^Gonley I will n^Amever be lo^Gnley ^AmI want to be a lion ^GEverybody wants to pass as cats ^AmWe all want to be big big stars, ^Gbut we got diffrent reasons for that. ^AmBelieve in me because ^GI don't believe in anything ^Amand I want to be som^Geone to believe, to believe, to believe.

^CMr. ^FJones and me ^Gstumbling through the barrio ^AmYeah we stare at the ^Fbeautiful women ^G"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be Somebody for me." ^AmI want to be Bob D^Fylan ^GMr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky ^AmWhen everybody l^Foves you, son, ^Gthat's just about as funky as you can be.

^CMr. J^Fones and me ^Gstaring at the video ^AmWhen I loo^Fk at the television, ^GI want to see me staring right back at me. ^AmWe all want to be ^Fbig stars, but we don^G't know why, and we don't know how. ^AmBut when everybody ^Floves me, I'^Gm going to be just about as happy as I can be. ^CMr. Jones ^Fand me, we'r^Ge gonna be big stars.....