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Mr. Jones (Counting Crows)

Am-F Dm-G I was down at the New Amsterdam Staring at this yellow-haired girl Am-F G 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 Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me Help me believe in anything 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" 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 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 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 can be Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars
Mr. Jones (Counting Crows)
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Am-F Dm-G
I was down at the New Amsterdam   Staring at this yellow-haired girl

Am-F  G

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
Cut up, Maria!
Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
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"
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 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
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 can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars


Mr. Jones (Counting Crows)
Am-F Dm-G
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
Cut up, Maria!
Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
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"
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 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
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 can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars