How To Hang A Warhol

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