Counting Crows - August and everything after

They're ^Gwaking up Maria Cause everyb^Cody else Has got some place to go ^G She ^Gmakes a little motion with her he^Cad Rolls over, and says she's gonna ^Gsleep for a couple minutes more^G I said I'm ^Csorry to Maria For all the ^Ccold hearted things that I have done^G I said I'm ^Csorry by now, at least once^C To just about ^Geveryone^C She says, "^DI've forgotten what I'm supposed to ^Cdo today" And it slips my ^Dmind what I'm supposed to ^Csay We're getting ^Emolder and older, and older And always a little ^Dfurther out of the way

You look in^Gto her eyes And it's ^Cmore than your heart will al^Glow In ^DAugust and everything a^Cfter You get a little less than you ex^Gpected, some^Chow

Well, I ^Gstumbled into Washington Square^C Just ^Cas the sun began to ^Grise I ^Gwalked across the lawn to the cathedra^Cl And laid ^Cdown in the shadow of ^GSt. Mary's in the sky^C I'm just ^Cone of these late model children Waiting for the king^G But there ^Cain't no sign of Elvis in San Francisco It's just ^Cme, and I'm ^Gplayin this rock 'n' ^Croll thing ^G

She ^Dwants to be just like ^Cme And I want ^Devery damn thing I can see^C You know one ^Emday you're daddy's little angel The next day, you're ^Deverything he wanted you to be

They dress you up ^Gin white satin And they give ^Cyou your very own pair of wings In ^DAugust and everything after^C I'm after every^Gthing I said ^Dla la la, la la la, ^Cla la la, la la ^Gla. Now I got my reser^Gvations And I got my ^Cseven million dollar home^G And I got the num^Gber of some girl in New York City^C

so I ^Gnever have to ^Gspend a night alone

I got this ^Cnasty little habit of peakin down the shirts Of all the little ^Cgirls as they pass me by^G I wonder, ^Cwhen it all catches up to me And I finally ^Cbreak down... ^GDid you think I was gonna cry? ^C

Well I ^Dalready got my dis^Cease So take your fucking ^Dfilthy hands off of me^C I ^Emhope you don't expect me to be crucified

Is to just ^Dhang me from the nearest tree Cause it's midnight ^Gin San Francisco And I'm ^Cwaiting here for Jesus on my knees^G In ^DAugust and everything after ^C I want somebody else to ^Gbleed, for me

I said ^Gla la la, la la la, ^Cla la la, la la ^Gla. Oh no, ^Dna na na, na na na, ^Cna na na, na na ^Gna.

I came dow^Gn from North Dakota Cause I had conf^Cidence in the military mind^G And now ^Geveryone I know is turning showgirl^C and dancing with their shirt off^C in some Las ^GVegas hotel line^G So Iâ?^C?™m going’ to New York City Cause I ^Cgot a little sleevie here for me^G When I ^Cfind myself alone, I know I'm ^Cnever going home You make the ^Gchanges, the changes that you need

And I no ^Dlonger know how to ^Cpray I live in dog town ^Dand it’s a Dalmatian pa^Crade And I ^Dchange my spots over and over but they never seem to ^Cfade away I am the ^Glast remaining Indian looking for the ^Cplace where the buffalo ^Groam In ^DAugust and everything after^C man them buffalo ainâ€?^G?t never comin’ home In ^DAugust and everything after^C man them buffalo ainâ?^G?™t never comin’ home ^DLa ^Cla ^Gla ^Cla...^G