Mr. Jones – Counting Crows

Am F Dm G			       Am	   F   G	 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 	
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation 
with this black-haired flamenco dancer
Am 			    F 	    Dm 			    G
She dances while his father plays guitar.  She's suddenly beautiful
   Am 		    F 	   G
We all want something beautiful, I wish I was beautiful

  Am 			   F
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Dm 		    G 	    Am 	  F 	    G			*
	Sha la la la la la la la  yeah		uh huh...
Am 	  F 	    Dm 			 G
Cut up, Maria!  Show me some of them Spanish dances
Am 	    F 	    G
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Am 	     F    Dm 		     G
Believe in me.  Help me believe in anything
 Am 		  F 		    G
'Cause I want to be someone who believes

C    F 	     G
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
C 			      ="

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