August and Everything After
By: Counting Crows
Capo on 2nd fret
G
They're waking up Maria
C
Cause everybody else
G
Has got some place to go
G C
She makes a little motion with her head
G G
Rolls over, and says she's gonna sleep for a couple minutes more
C
I said I'm sorry to Maria
C G
For all the cold hearted things that I have done
C C
I said I'm sorry by now, at least once
G C
To just about everyone
D C
She says, "I've forgotten what I'm supposed to do today"
D C
And it slips my mind what I'm supposed to say
Em
We're getting older and older, and older
D
And always a little further out of the way
G
You look into her eyes
C G
And it's more than your heart will allow
D C
In August and everything after
G C
You get a little less than you expected, somehow
G C
Well, I stumbled into Washington Square
C G
Just as the sun began to rise
G C
I walked across the lawn to the cathedral
C G C
And laid down in the shadow of St. Mary's in the sky
C
I'm just one of these late model children
G
Waiting for the king
C
But there ain't no sign of Elvis in San Francisco
C G C G
It's just me, and I'm playin this rock 'n' roll thing
D C
She wants to be just like me
D C
And I want every damn thing I can see
Em
You know one day you're daddy's little angel
D
The next day, you're everything he wanted you to be
G
They dress you up in white satin
C
And they give you your very own pair of wings
D C
In August and everything after
G
I'm after everything
D C G
I said la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la.
G
Now I got my reservations
C G
And I got my seven million dollar home
G C
And I got the number of some girl in New York City
Who's always wide awake
G G
so I never have to spend a night alone
C
I got this nasty little habit of peakin down the shirts
C G
Of all the little girls as they pass me by
C
I wonder, when it all catches up to me
C
And I finally break down...
G C
Did you think I was gonna cry?
D C
Well I already got my disease
D C
So take your fucking filthy hands off of me
Em
I hope you don't expect me to be crucified
The best that they can do
D
Is to just hang me from the nearest tree
G
Cause it's midnight in San Francisco
C G
And I'm waiting here for Jesus on my knees
D C
In August and everything after
G
I want somebody else to bleed, for me
G C G
I said la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la.
D C G
Oh no, na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na.
G
I came down from North Dakota
C G
Cause I had confidence in the military mind
G C
And now everyone I know is turning showgirl
C
and dancing with their shirt off
G G
in some Las Vegas hotel line
C
So I’m going’ to New York City
C G
Cause I got a little sleevie here for me
C C
When I find myself alone, I know I'm never going home
G
You make the changes, the changes that you need
D C
And I no longer know how to pray
D C
I live in dog town and it’s a Dalmatian parade
D
And I change my spots over and over
C
but they never seem to fade away
G
I am the last remaining Indian
C G
looking for the place where the buffalo roam
D C
In August and everything after
G
man them buffalo ain’t never comin’ home
D C
In August and everything after
G
man them buffalo ain’t never comin’ home
D C G C G
La la la la...
D C G C G
