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 telling me that this time
               A
Is about our love