August And Everything After Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

 They're Fwaking up Maria

 Cause everybA♯ody else

 Has got some place to go F

 She mFakes a little motion with her head A♯

 Rolls over, and says she's gonna sleep for a couple minutes more F

 I said A♯I'm sorry to Maria

 For all the cold hearted things that I have done F

 I said I'A♯m sorry by now, at least once

 To just about everyonFe

 She says, "I'veC forgotten what I'm supposed to do today" A♯

 And it slips myC mind what I'm supposed to say A♯

 We're getDmting older and older, and older

 And always a little Cfurther out of the way

FYou look into her eyes

 And it'A♯s more than your heart will allow F

 In CAugust and everything after

A♯You get a little less than you expected, somehow F

(repeat pattern for remaining lyrics)

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