Mr. Jones (demo) Lyrics & Tabs by Counting Crows
Mr. Jones (demo)
guitar chords lyrics
Sha la la la la la la, hmm, 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,
So she's suddenly beautiful,
And we all want something beautiful,
Man I wish I was beautiful.
So come dance this silence down through the mornin'
Sha la la la la la la la yeah, uh huh yeah,
Curl up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dancin'
And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones.
Believe in me, help me believe in anything,
'Cause I, I wanna be someone who believes, yeah.
And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones.
Believe in me, help me believe in anything,
'Cause I, 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."
Smiling in the bright lights, coming through in stereo,
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely.
Well, I'm gonna 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 look 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, son, I'm never gonna be lonely.
I wanna be a lion,
E-Everybody wants to pass as cats,
We all wanna be big big stars,
Yeah but we've got different reasons for that,
Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything,
And I, 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, oh, son,
That's just' bout as funky as you can be.
Mr. Jones and me staring at the video,
When I look at the television,
I wanna 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 wanna be just' bout as happy as I could be,
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars.
