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
48-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