Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb

Mrs. Potter's Lullaby/Counting Crows [4/4], BPM=192, Tune down 1/2 step, Key of Ab *Intro: ||: A Asus4 | A Asus2 :|| (Note: sus chords on the & of 2; denoted as A*) Verse: | A | % | D | E ||: A Asus4 | A Asus2 :|| Pre-Chorus | C#m | % | D | % ||: A Asus4 | A Asus2 :|| E | % | D | % ||: A Asus4 | A Asus2 :|| Chorus ||: C#m | D | A | E :|| C#m | D | E | D ||: A Asus4 | A Asus2 :|| Verse 7 | A | % | D | E | A | % x5 | P-C 7 | F#m7 | E | A | % x3 | C#m | A | D A | D A | A | % x3 | Asus2 x02200 Asus4 X002230 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Well I woke^A up in mid afterno^Don 'cause that's when it al^El hurts the most ^A* I dream I ^Anever know anyone at the par^Dty and I'm al-^Eways the host ^A* If dream^C#ms are like movies then memo^Dries are films about ghosts ^A* You can ^Enever escape, you can on^Dly move south down the coast ^A*

Well I am an ^Aidiot walking a tight^Drope of for^Etune and fame ^A* I am an a^Acrobat swinging trap^Dezes through cir^Ecles of flame^A* If you've ^C#mnever stared off into the dis^Dtance then your life is a sh^A*ame And though I'll nev^Eer forget your face sometimes^D I can't remember my ^A*name

He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Ater, don't cry ^E He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Ater, I know ^Ewhy, but He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Eter, won't you ^Dtalk to m^A*e

And there's a pi^Aece of Maria in ^Devery song^E that I sing ^A* And the pri^Ace of a memory is the memo^Dry of the sor^Erow it brings ^A* And there is a^C#mlways one last light to turn^D out and one last bell to r^A*ing And the la^Est one out of the cir^Dcus has to lock up everything ^A*

Or the ele^Aphants will get out and for^Dget to remem^Eber what you said ^A* Oh and the ghosts^A of the tilt-o-whirl will ^Dlinger ins^Eide of your hea^A*d Oh and the Fer^C#mris wheel junkies will spin ^Dthere forever instead ^A* And when I se^Ee you, a blanket of st^Dars covers me in my b^A*ed

He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Ater, don't go,^E I said He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Ater, I don't^E know, but He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Eter, won't you ^Dtalk to m^A*e

All the blue ^Alight reflections that ^Dcolor my mind^E when I sleep ^A* And the love^Asick rejections that accom^Dpany the com^Epany I k^A*eep All the ra^C#mzor perceptions that cut ^Djust a little too deep ^A* Hey, I can ble^Eed as well as anyone but I need ^Dsomeone to help me sleep ^A*

So I thr^Aow my hand into the air^D and it swims^E in the beams ^A* It's just a brief^A interruption of the swirl^Ding dust spar^Ekle jet stream ^A* Well I know ^C#mI don't know you and you're prob^Dably not what you se^A*em Aw, but I'd ^Esure like to find out so why don't you ^Dclimb down off that mov^A*ie screen

He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Ater, don't turn, ^E He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Ater, I bu^Ern for you He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Eter, won't you ^Dtalk to m^A*e ^A*

When the la^Ast king of Hollywood ^Dshatters his glass^E on the floo^Ar And orders another well, I wo^F#m7nder what he^E did that for ^A* That's when I kn^C#mow that I ha^Ave to get out cause I^D have^A been^D there ^Abefore ^A* So I gave ^Eup my seat at the bar ^Dand I head for the door. ^A*

We drove o^Aut to the desert just to l^Die down beneath th^Eis bowl of stars ^A* We stand u^Ap in the Palace, like it's the l^Dast of the great pio^Eneer town bars ^A* Aw, we shout ^C#mout these songs against the cl^Dang of electric guitars ^A* Well, you can see a ^Emillion miles tonight, but y^Dou can't get very far ^A* Aw, you can see a ^Emillion miles tonight, but y^Dou can't get very far ^A*

He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Ater, I won't^E touch and He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Ater, it's^E not much but He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Eter, won't you ^Dtalk to m^A*e He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Eter, won't you ^Dtalk to m^A*e He--^C#my, Mis^Dsus. Pot^Eter, won't you ^Dtalk to m^A*e

Counting Crows - Mrs potters lullaby