Counting Crows - Mr. Jones Chords
[Am] [F] [Dm] [G] Sha la la la la [Am]la la [F] [G] uh huh… [G]
[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 gui[Dm]tar. 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 [G]believes
[C]Mr. [F]Jones and [G]me 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 [C]me.” [C]Smiling in the [F]bright lights, [G]coming through in stereo [C]When 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 [Am]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 yester[Am]day [Am]If I knew [F]Picasso I would [G]buy myself a gray guitar and [C]play
[C]Mr. [F]Jones and [G]me 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 [C]me.” [C]Standing in the [F]spotlight [G]I bought myself a gray guitar [C]When everybody [F]loves me, [G]I will never be lone[Am]ly
[Am]I will never be [F]lonely I will [Am]never gonna be lone[G]ly
[Am]I want to be a lion. [F]Everybody wants to [C]pass as cats [Am]We All want to be big, big stars, [G]but 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 [G]me stumbling through the barrio [C]Yeah we stare at the beautiful [F]women [G]“She’s perfect for you, man, there’s got to be somebody for [C]me.” [C]I want to be [F]Bob Dylan Mr. [G]Jones wishes he was someone just a little more [C]funky When everybody [F]loves you, [G]son, that’s just about as funky as you can [C]be.
[C]Mr. [F]Jones and [G]me staring at the video [C]When I look at the tele[F]vision, I [G]want to see me staring right back at [C]me. [C]We all want to be [F]big stars, but we [G]don’t know why, and we don’t know how. But [C]when everybody [F]loves me, I’m going to [G]be just about as happy as I can [C]be.
[C]Mr. [F]Jones and [G]me, we’re gonna be big stars