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
A D A
I said, Papa someday I'm gonna write a symphony
D A
48-piece band all dressed up like me
D A
I said, I'll write someday the saddest of old 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
If you like them, yeah
E
But if you don't, too bad
F#m
'Cause it's all I have
E Bm
Ever since I met her, I keep thinking
F#m E Bm
'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's underneath this tongue
A
Is about our love