************************************************************************** This an interpretation of another artist's work. I make no pretense at * having created anything new. I am trying to make it as easy as possible * for guitarists to jam on some of my favorite tunes. Please pass it on. * ************************************************************************** Mr. Jones The Counting Crows 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 a black-haired flamenco dancer Now, she dances while his father plays guitar, she's suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful... Man, I wish I was beautiful So come dance this 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 And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me, help me believe in anything Cause I want to be someone who believes, yeah C F G Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales C F And we 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 Well, I want to 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. 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 I will never be lonely Am G Yes, I'm never gonna 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, yeah Mr. Jones and me stumblin' 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 wanna be just about as happy as I can be Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars... Copyright 1993 By Adam Duritz & Dave Bryson August and Everything After ********************************************************************** Notes on my "tabbing" method: * * *I have tried to simplify the communication of each song * the best I could. So, I'll generally only put chords on * the first verse and first chorus. If you see any chords * after this it is because there is some variation from the * original pattern, a bridge, or a solo. * * *I make every effort to include tablature for guitar riffs, * intros, outros, and any other bits that might best help * express the song. I don't generally include solos unless * they are essential to the expression of the song. * * *I will annotate any out of the ordinary chords, but any * regular chords that you don't know can be found on the * chord chart which is linked to the Songs page. * * ********************************************************************** I welcome questions, comments, corrections, etc... michael@cosmic-kitchen.com http://www.cosmic-kitchen.com