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Version 1 Version 1 Version 2August 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