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