Chords for Counting Crows - Round Here (Storytellers)

_ _ _ _ Welcome to Storyteller. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ This is the first _ way Counting Crows ever sounded.
It was me and Dave in bars and coffeehouses playing open mics, doing this song this way.
The song begins with a guy _ walking out the front door of this house and leaving behind this woman.
_ And, uh, _ _ but the more he begins to leave people behind in his life, the more he feels like he's leaving himself behind as well.
And, uh, the less and less substantial, he feels like he's becoming to himself.
_ And that's sort of what the song's about, because he feels like even as he disappears from the lives of people, he's disappearing more and more from his own life.
And, uh, _ _ the chorus is, he sort of keeps sort of screaming out these idioms, these sort of lessons that your mother might say to you when you were a kid, sort of child lessons, you know.
Around here we always stand up straight, um, carving out our names. _ _
Things that you're told when you're a kid are the things that, that, uh, you do these things and when you're grown up it'll add up to something.
You know, you'll have a job, you'll have a life.
And, uh, I think for me and for the character in the song, they don't add up to anything.
It's just a bunch of crap kind of.
Um, your life comes to you or it doesn't come to you, but those things, they didn't really mean anything.
And by the end of the song, he's so dismayed by this that he's sort of screaming out that he gets to stay up as late as he wants and nobody makes him wait.
The sort of things that are important if you're a kid, you know, that you don't have to go to bed, you don't have to do anything.
But the sort of things that, they don't make any difference at all when you're an adult.
They're nothing.
Um, _ and, uh, _ _ _ this is a song about, _ about me.
_ It's called Around [C] Here. _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] Step out the front door like [D] a ghost into the fog where no [E] one notices the [G] contrast of white on white. _
_ [C] In between the moon and you, [D] the angel, get a better view [E] of the crumbling difference between [G] wrong and right.
_ Well, I [C] walk in the air between the [D] rain, through myself and back [E] again where _ _ _ [D] I'm in. _ _ _
[C] Maria says she's dying.
[G] Through the [D] door I hear her crying.
Why?
[E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C]
Around here, _ [D] we always stand [Em] up straight.
_ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ Around [C] _
_ here, _ _ [D]
something _ _ radiates.
[Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [C] Well, Maria came from Nashville, [D] suitcase in her hand.
Says [E] she'd like [B] to meet a boy [E] who looks like [D]
Elvis.
And she [C] walks along the edge of where [D] the ocean meets the land.
It's like [E] she's walking on a wire in [G] a circus.
_ _ She [C] parks her car outside of my [D] house and takes all her clothes off.
_ [E] Says she's close to understanding [D] Jesus. _
_ She [C] knows she's more than just a little, you [D] know, misunderstood. _
She [E] has trouble acting normal.
Well, I have [G] trouble acting normal.
[C] Around _ here, _ we're [D] carving out [Em] our names. _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] Around here, _ _ _ [D] we all look [Em] the same. _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Around [C] here, _ we talk just [D] like lions. _
_ [Em] We _ sacrifice just [G] like lambs. _
_ Around [C] _ here, look, [D] she's slipping through my [Em] hands. _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ My sleeping [D] children better run [A] like the wind.
Out, out, out, out, out [D] of this lightning _ [A] _ dream. _
_ _ [Am] _ Mama's little [D] baby better get [A] herself in, _ _ [Am] out [D] of the lightning. _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ She [D] says, _ it's only in [E] my head. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ She says, [C] shh, I know, _ [D] _
_ I know it's only in my [E] head. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ There's a [C] girl on a car in the parking lot.
[D] Says, man, she'll try to take a shot.
_ [E]
Can't you see my walls [G]
crumbling?
_ _ And she [C] looks up at the building.
[G] She says, I'm [D] thinking of jumping.
She says, I'm [E] sick and tired of life.
Well, _ everybody's [G] tired of something.
_ _ [Em] [C] Around here, _ _ _ [D]
she's always on my [Em] _
mind.
_ _ _ [G] _
_ _ And around [C]
here, hey, man, _ [D]
I got a lot of time.
[Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ Around here, [C]
we're never sent to bed [D]
early.
_ _ Man, [Em]
nobody _ makes us [G]
wait.
_ _ Around [C]
here, we stay up [D]
very, _ very, _ [E]
very, _ very late.
[G]
I _ can't see [C]
nothing, _ _ _ _ [D]
nothing _ _ _ [Em] around _ here.
_ [G] Ah, would you catch me if I was [C]
falling?
Would you kiss me if I was [D] leaving?
Would you hold me, because _ [Em] _
_ _ without _ [G]
you,
_ _ _ _ [C] _
I'm [G] under the gun.
[D] _
_ _ _ _ [E] Around _ [B] here, _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [C] I'm [G] lonely, lonely, _ [D]
lonely _ _ without [E] _
you.
_ _ _ [G] _
And I can't see nothing _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
around _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [E] here. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ When we did the interview [G] for Rolling Stone,
I walked with David Wilde into the Musée d'Orsay in Paris one day.
And the first thing that happened was these two kids ran up to us,
and they said, hey, you're the guy from Counting Crows, right?
Yeah.
Is Mr.
Jones [C] about your dick?
Mr.
[F] Jones!
_ [C] _ [N] _ _