A5                      D5              A5
Momma, someday you'll be so proud of me
                              D5             A5
You'll see me hanging in the New York gallery
                                 D5                A5 
Someday i'm gonna draw from the left side of my brain
                              D5             A5    
People are gonna ask, 'is it brilliant or plain?'


                  F#5
But as long as I don't know how to hang a Warhol
                  A5
I keep sketching birds, that are all like herds
                 F#5
Very simple and true, like, you know, when we do to
                        D5
And if you like them , yeah
                        E5
But if you don't, its  ot bad
                        A5
'Cause I really don't care

(repete os acordes do come?o)

I said, Papa someday I'm gonna write a symphony

48-piece band all dressed up like me

I said, I'll write someday the saddest of old songs

i'm gonna chill the marrow in their bones

But as long as I can't get into Carnegie Hall

I keep writing songs that are all my own

Very simple and dumb, like I always have done

If you like them , yeah

But if you don't, too bad

'Cause it's all I have


C#5          B5  
Ever since I met her, I keep thinking
  F#5      C#5            B5  
'God, how great it is to play a guitar'
             F#5   C#5              B5           
This way I feel that she's always with me
                    F#5                    D5
'Cause every other song's Underneath this tongue
               A5
Is about our love