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


                  F#m
But as long as I don't know how to hang a Warhol
                  A
I keep sketching birds, that are all like herds
                 F#m
Very simple and true, like, you know, when we do to
                        D
And if you like them , yeah
                        E
But if you don't, its  ot bad
                        A
'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#m          Bm  
Ever since I met her, I keep thinking
  F#m      C#m            Bm  
'God, how great it is to play a guitar'
             F#m   C#m              Bm           
This way I feel that she's always with me
                    F#m                    D
'Cause every other song's Underneath this tongue
               A
Is about our love