by Little Joy
standard tuning, no capo
[A]Mama, someday you'll [D]be so proud of [A]me
You'll see me hanging in a [D]New York galle[A]ry
Someday I'm gonna draw from the [D]left side of my [A]brain
People are gonna ask, "is it [D]brilliant or [A]plain?"
But as long as I[F#m] don't know how to hang a Warhol
I keep sketching [A]birds, that are all like her
Very simple and [F#m]true, like you've known me to do
And if you like 'em, [D]yeah
But if you don't, it's not [E]bad
'Cause I really don[A]'t care
Said, [A]Papa someday I'm gonna [D]write a sympho[A]ny
48-piece band [D]all dressed up like [A]me
I said, I'll write someday the [D]saddest of all [A]songs
I'm gonna chill the [D]marrow in their [A]bones
But as long as I [F#m]can't get into Carnegie Hall
I keep writing [A]songs that are all my own
Very simple and [F#m]dumb, like I always have done
And if you like 'em, [D]yeah
But if you don't, too [E]bad
'Cause it's all I [F#m]have // [E]Ever since I [Bm]met her,
I keep thinking, [F#m]god, how [E]great it is to [Bm]play a guitar
This way I [F#m]feel [E]that she's always [Bm]with me
'Cause every other [D]song, underneath it's [E]tongue
Is about our [A]love
standard tuning, no capo
[A]Mama, someday you'll [D]be so proud of [A]me
You'll see me hanging in a [D]New York galle[A]ry
Someday I'm gonna draw from the [D]left side of my [A]brain
People are gonna ask, "is it [D]brilliant or [A]plain?"
But as long as I[F#m] don't know how to hang a Warhol
I keep sketching [A]birds, that are all like her
Very simple and [F#m]true, like you've known me to do
And if you like 'em, [D]yeah
But if you don't, it's not [E]bad
'Cause I really don[A]'t care
Said, [A]Papa someday I'm gonna [D]write a sympho[A]ny
48-piece band [D]all dressed up like [A]me
I said, I'll write someday the [D]saddest of all [A]songs
I'm gonna chill the [D]marrow in their [A]bones
But as long as I [F#m]can't get into Carnegie Hall
I keep writing [A]songs that are all my own
Very simple and [F#m]dumb, like I always have done
And if you like 'em, [D]yeah
But if you don't, too [E]bad
'Cause it's all I [F#m]have // [E]Ever since I [Bm]met her,
I keep thinking, [F#m]god, how [E]great it is to [Bm]play a guitar
This way I [F#m]feel [E]that she's always [Bm]with me
'Cause every other [D]song, underneath it's [E]tongue
Is about our [A]love
