Counting Crows - Mr Jones Chords

Intro:
Am F Dm G Am F G 
Sha la la la la la la uh huh

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
Sha la la la la la la la yea huh huh
Cut up, Maria!  Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me. Help me believe in anything
Because I want to be someone who believes

C    F                  G 
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
 C 		         F 
Stare at the beautiful women
        G 
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

I will paint my picture. Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful
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
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

Am                     F          Am                 G 
I will never be lonely, 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, to believe, 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 I can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars