Counting Crows - August And Everything After Chords

 
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X

10 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

B

variations
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
6 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
8 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1

12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
They're Fwaking up Maria Cause everybBody else Has got some place to go F She mFakes a little motion with her head B Rolls over, and says she's gonna sleep for a couple minutes more F I said BI'm sorry to Maria For all the cold hearted things that I have done F I said I'Bm sorry by now, at least once To just about everyonFe She says, "I'veC forgotten what I'm supposed to do today" B And it slips myC mind what I'm supposed to say B We're getDmting older and older, and older And always a little Cfurther out of the way FYou look into her eyes And it'Bs more than your heart will allow F In CAugust and everything after BYou get a little less than you expected, somehow F Well, I stumbled into Washington Square Just as the sun began to rise I walked across the lawn to the cathedral And layed down in the shadow of St. Mary's in the sky I'm just one of these late model children Waiting for the king But there ain't no sign of Elvis in San Francisco It's just me, and I'm playin this rock 'n' roll thing She wants to be just like me And I want every damn thing I can see You know one day you're daddy's little angel The next day, you're everything he wanted you to be They dress you up in white satin And they give you your very own pair of wings In August and everything after I'm after everything I said, la la la la la la la la la la la la la Now I got my reservations And I got my seven million dollar home And I got the number of some girl in New York City Who's always wide awake so I never have to spend a night alone I got this nasty little habit of peakin down the shirts Of all the little girls as they pass me by I wonder, when it all catches up to me And I finally break down.. no Did you think I was gonna cry? Well I already got my disease So take your fucking filthy hands off of me I hope you don't expect me to be crucified The best that they can do is to just hang me from the nearest tree Cause it's midnight in San Francisco And I'm waiting here for Jesus on my knees In August and everything after I want somebody else to bleed, for me I said, now la la la la la la la la la la la la la Oh na na na na na na na na na na na ohh.. I came down from North Dakota Cause I had confidence in the military mind Now, everyone I know is just turning showgirl And dancing with their shirt off in some Las Vegas hotel line So I'm going to New York City Cause it got a little sleezy here for me When I find myself alone I know I'm never going home To make the changes, the changes that we need But I no longer know how to pray I live in a dog town, and it's a dalmation parade I changed my spots over and over But they never seem to fade away I am the last remaining Indian Looking for the place where the Buffalo roam In August and everything after Man, them buffalo ain't never comin home In August and everything after Man, them buffalo ain't never comin home