Counting Crows:Mr. Jones (Vh1 Storytellers Version) Lyrics

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Mr. Jones

This song is by Counting Crows and appears on the live album Across a Wire: Live in New York City (1998).

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Mr. Jones
So you wanna be a rock and roll star,
Well listen now to what I say,
Just get an electric guitar,
And take some time,
And learn how to play,
Just learn how to play.

Well I was down at the New Amsterdam,
Just'a starin' at this yellow haired girl,
Mr Jones strikes up a conversation,
With a black hair flamenco dancer,
You know, she dances while his father plays guitar,
She's suddenly beautiful,
And we all want something beautiful,
And I wish I was beautiful la la la.

Aw, cut up Maria! c'mon,
Show me some of them Spanish dances,
And pass me a bottle Mr. Jones,
Believe in me, c'mon,
Help me believe in anything,
'Cause I wanna be someone who believes.

Mr Jones and me,
Tell each other fairy tales,
And we stare at the beautiful women,
She's looking at you no no she's looking at me,
Standing in this bright light,
Comin' through in stereo,
When everybody loves you,
You should never be lonely.

Well I wanna paint myself a picture,
I wanna paint myself in blue and red and black and grey,
All the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful,
Yeah, you know grey it's my favorite color,
I just, get so confused everyday,
But if I knew Picasso,
I would buy myself a grey guitar and play.

Mr Jones and me,
Look into the future,
We stare at all the beautiful women,
She's looking at you, I don't think so, she's looking at me,
Standing in this spot light,
Look at me, I bought myself this grey guitar,
Man, when everybody loves me,
I hope I never get lonely.

Yeah, I wanna be a lion,
I know, I know, everybody wants to pass as cats,
We, We all wanna be big, big, big, big, big stars,
Yeah but then we get second thoughts about that,
So believe in me, man, I dont believe in anything,
And I wanna be someone to believe,
You should not believe in me.

'Cause, Mr Jones and me,
We just went stumbling through the barrio,
We stare at all the beautiful women,
She's perfect for you, there's got to be someone for me,
I wanna be Bob Dylan,
Mr Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky,
When everybody loves you,
Sometimes, that just about as fucked up as you can be,
Well can't you hear me 'cause I'm screamin'
But I did not go outside yesterday,
Oh, don't wake me 'cause I was dreamin'
And I might just stay inside again today.

Mr. Jones and me, we don't see each other much anymore.

Written by:

Adam Duritz & David Bryson

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