A D A
Mama someday you'll be so proud of me
D A
You'll see me hanging in a 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 her
F#m
Very simple and true like you've known me to do
D
And if you like 'em yeah
E
But if you don't it's not bad
A
Cause I really don't care
A D A
Said Papa someday I'm gonna write a symphony
D A
-piece band all dressed up like me
D A
I said I'll write someday the saddest of all songs
D A
I'm gonna chill the marrow in their bones
F#m
But as long as I can't get into Carnegie Hall
A
I keep writing songs that are all my own
F#m
Very simple and dumb like I always have done
D
And if you like 'em yeah
E
But if you don't too bad
F#m E Bm
Cause it's all I have // Ever since I met her
F#m E Bm
I keep thinking god how great it is to play a guitar
F#m E Bm
This way I feel that she's always with me
D E
Cause every other song underneath it's tongue
A
Is about our love