How To Hang A Warhol(Chords)

	        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
	        

Written by Fabrizio Morretti/Jordana Shapiro/Rodrigo Amarante de Castro Neves