Mr. Jones, Counting Crows (acordes)

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 Introducción: Lam Fa Rem Sol 

                Lam  Fa Sol 
Sha la la la la la la,  oh oh.

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A]I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl,
    Lam                      Fa               Sol 
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer.
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She dances while his father plays guitar, she's suddenly beautiful.
   Lam                Fa        Sol 
We all want something beautiful and I wish I was beautiful.

A]So come dance this silence down through the morning, sha la la la la La 
la la, yeah, oh oh, yeah.
Cut up María! Show me some of them Spanish dances.
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones.
believe in me, help me believe in anything
'cause I want to be someone who believes, yeah.

Do    Fa           Sol 
B]Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
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and we stare at the beautiful women:
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"She's looking at you. Oh, no, no, she's looking at me."
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Smiling in the bright lights, coming through in stereo,
     Do        Fa        Sol 
when everybody loves you, you can never be lonely.

A]Well, I will paint my picture, paint myself in blue, red, black
and gray, all of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful.
Yeah, but you know gray is my favorite color, I felt so symbolic yesterday,
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if I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play.

B]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,
     Do        Fa       Sol                  Lam
when everybody loves me, I will never be lonely.

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C]I will never be lonely, so never gonna be lonely.
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I want to be a lion, e... everybody wants to pass as cats,
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we all want to be big big stars yeah but we got different reasons for that.
Lam                    Fa
Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything
    Lam                       Sol 
and I want to be someone to believe, to believe, to believe...

B]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, oh son, that's just about as funky as you can be.

B]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 will be just about as happy as I can be.

Do  Fa          Sol 
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...