Mr. Jones – Counting Crows

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la
Mmm
Uh huh
I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With a black-haired flamenco dancer
You know she dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
And we all want something beautiful
Man, I wish I was beautiful
So come dance the silence down through the morning
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Cut up, Maria
Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
'Cause I wanna be someone who believes
Yeah
Mr. Jones and me
Tell each other fairy tales
And we stare at the beautiful women
She's looking at you
Ah, no, no, she's looking at me
Smilin' in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you
You can never be lonely
Well, I'm gon' paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful
Yeah, well, you know gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and me
Looked into the future
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women
She's looking at you
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 will never be lonely
Said I'm never gonna be lonely
I wanna be a lion
Yeah, everybody wanna pass as cats
We all wanna be big, big stars
Yeah, but we got different reasons for that
Believe in me
'Cause I don't believe in anything
And I wanna be someone to believe, to believe, to believe
Yeah
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 wanna be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, ah 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 wanna be big stars
But we don't know why, and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me
I'm wanna be just about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me
We're gonna be big stars

Intro
 
Am F Dm G
               Sha la la la la        
Am           F   G
la la la               uh huh...
 
Am                             F 
 I was down at the New Amsterdam  
Dm                       G
staring at this yellow-haired girl
        Am                                   F
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation 
                   G
with this black-haired flamenco dancer
                  Am                                    F
You know she dances while his father 
            Dm                                    G
plays guitar.  She's suddenly beautiful
      Am                                   F
We all want something beautiful,  
  G
man, I wish I was beautiful
 
                   Am                             F
So come dance this silence down 
                                  Dm
through the morning
          G                       Am          F
Sha la la la la la la la la yeah       
         G
uh huh  yeah
   Am         F
 Cut up, Maria!  
Dm                                         G
Show me some of them Spanish dances
           Am             F                 G
And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Am                F
  Believe in me.  
Dm                              G
Help me believe in anything
           Am                      F            
'Cause I want to be someone 
            G
who believes, yeah


C         F  
 Mr. Jones and me, 
 G
tell each other fairy tales
                C                                     F
and we stare at the beautiful women
                G           
"She's looking at you.  
                                                C
Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
                            F  
Smiling in the bright lights, 
  G
coming through in stereo
                 C            F    
When everybody loves you, 
G
you can never be lonely
 
 
      Am                          F 
Well, I will paint my picture.  
Dm                        G
Paint myself in blue and red 
         G
and black and gray
Am                                 F        
 All of the beautiful colors are very, 
   G
very meaningful (yeah, well you know)
Am                             F
Gray is my favorite color  
Dm                  G
I-I felt so symbolic yesterday
Am                 F                      G
 If I knew Picasso I would buy myself 
     G
a gray guitar and play
 

 
C         F                  G
 Mr. Jones and me, look into the future
                   C                                        F
yeah we stare at the beautiful women
                 G
"She's looking at you.  
                       G                         C
Uh, I don't think so.  She's looking at me."
                                F  
Standing in the spotlight, 
       G
I bought myself a gray guitar
              C                F       
When everybody lo-ves me,  
G                                  Am
I will never be lo-one-ly
 
                            F
I will never be lonely
                         Am                    G
Said I'm never gonna be looone-ly
Am                  
I want to be a lion.  
F
Everybody wants to pass as cats
Am                            
We all want to be big, big stars, 
                  G
yeah but we got different reasons for that.
Am               
 Believe in me 
                     F
because I don't believe in anything
            Am                       
And I want to be someone to believe, 
 G
to believe, to believe.
 
 
C           F        
 Mr. Jones and me, 
G
stumbling through the barrio
                  C                                     F
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
                 G
"She's perfect for you, 
                         G
man, there's got to be somebody for me."
C                                F
I want to be Bob Dylan
            G
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone 
             G
just a little more funky
 C                              F                   G     
When everybody loves you, ah son, 
                                    G
that's just about as funky as you can be.
 
C        F                    G
 Mr. Jones and me, staring at the video
                C                     F 
When I look at the television, 
                   G
I want to see me staring right back at me.
C                               F           
We all want to be big stars, 
                G
but we don't know why, 
                G
and we don't know how.
                    C               F                G
But when everybody loves me, 
       G
I'm going to be just about as 
     G
happy as I can be.
 
C           F        
Mr. Jones and me, 
G
we're gonna be big stars.....