| Bb | F | C | Gm | |
| A long De | cember and there's | reason to bel | ieve |
| Bb | F | Bb | |
| Maybe | this year will be | better than the | last |
| Gm | Bb | F | C | |
| I | can't re | member the | last thing that you | said |
| Gm | |
| as you were | leavin' |
| F | Bb | |
| Now the | days go by so | fast |
| F | Bb | Gm | Bb | |
| And it's | one more day up | in the cany | ons |
| F | Bb | Gm | Bb | |
| And it's | one more night in | Hollywood |
| F Bb Gm -stop- F |
| If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would |
| Bb Gm Bb .... |
| nanananananananana.. |
| The smell of hospitals in winter |
| And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls |
| All at once you look across a crowded room |
| To see the way that light attaches to a girl |
| And it's one more day up in the conyons |
| And it's one more night in Hollywood |
| If you think you might come to California...I think you should |
| Drove up to the Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m. |
| And talked a little while about the year |
| I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower |
| Makes you talk a little lower about |
| the things you could not show her |
| And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe |
| Maybe this year will be better than the last |
| I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself |
| To hold on to these moments as they pass |
| And it's been one more day up in the canyon |
| And it's one more night in Hollywood |
| It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should |
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| Tabbed by Stefan and Dennis Nijenhuis |
| s.nijenhuis@pi.net |
| Counting Crows...long december |
| Transcribed By Hogfrog |
| Bb | F | C | Gm | |
| A long December | and there's reason to belie | ve |
| Bb | F | Bb | |
| Maybe this | year will be better tha | n the last |
| Gm | Bb | F | C | Gm | |
| I can't re | member the last thing y | ou said as you were leavin' |
| F | Bb | |
| Now the | days go by so | fast |
| Chorus: |
| F | Bb | Gm | |
| And it's one m | ore day up in the can | yons |
| F | Bb | Gm | |
| And it's one m | ore night in Hollywood |
| F Bb Gm | Bb.. |
| If you think that I could be forgiven... I wish you would |
| F | Bb | |
| Na na na n | a |
| Gm | Bb | |
| Na na na na | na na na na na |
| F | Bb | Gm | |
| Na na na n | a yeah |
| Bb | F | |
| The smell of hospital | s in winter |
| C | Bb | F | |
| And the feeling t | hat it's all a lot of oysters, but no pear | ls |
| Bb | Gm | F | |
| All at once | you look across a cro | wded room |
| C | Gm | F | Bb | |
| To s | ee the way tha | t light attaches to a g | irl |
| F | Bb | Gm | |
| And it's one mor | e day up in the canyons |
| F | Bb | Gm | |
| And it's one mor | e night in Hollywood |
| F Bb Gm | Bb.. |
| If you think you might come to California. ..I think you should |
| Bb | F | C | Gm | |
| Drove up to Hillside | Manor sometime after two | a.m. |
| Bb | F | Bb | |
| And talked | a little while abo | ut the year |
| Gm | Bb | F | C | |
| I guess the winter mak | es you laugh a little | slower, |
| Gm | F | Bb | |
| Makes you talk a lit | tle lower about | the things you could not |
| show her |
| Bb | F | C | Gm | |
| And it's been a long December and | there's reason to believe |
| Bb | F | Bb | |
| Maybe this year | will be better than the | last |
| Gm | Bb | F | C | |
| I can't rememb | er all the times I tr | ied to tell myself |
| Gm | Bb | |
| To hold on t | o these moments as they pass |
| F | Bb | Gm | |
| And it's one mor | e day up in the canyon |
| F | Bb | Gm | |
| And it's one mor | e night in Hollywood |
| F Bb Gm | Bb.. |
| It's been so long since I've seen the ocean... I guess I should |
| DO THE NA NA NA THING AGAIN RIGHT HERE |
| Date: Tue, 18 Feb 1997 19:59:51 EST |
| From: Max Entropy |
| A Long December |
| by The Counting Crows |
| from Recovering The Satellites |
| brought to you by Tony Donato and Sal Ferrarello |
| NOTE: This is A Long December in a different key than already exists |
| in the file by Michael A. Mazur. I find this key easier to play in and |
| it |
| still sounds great. |
| C | G | D | Am | |
| A long | December and there's | reason to | believe |
| C | G | C | |
| Maybe | this year will be | better than the | last |
| C | G | D | |
| I can't | remember the last thing that you | said as you were |
| Am | |
| leavin' |
| C | G | C | |
| Now the | days go | by so | fast |
| G | C | Am | |
| And it's | one more day up | in the can | yons |
| G | C | Am | |
| And it's | one more night | in Hollywood |
| G | C | Am | |
| If you | think that I could | be for | given...I wish you would |
| C | G | D | |
| The smell of | hospitals in | winter |
| Am | C | G | |
| And the | feeling that it's | all a lot of | oysters, but no |
| C | |
| pearls |
| G | D | Am | |
| All at | once you look | across a crowded | room |
| C | G | C | |
| To see the | way that light | attaches to a | girl |
| G | C | Am | |
| And it's | one more day up | in the can | yons |
| G | C | Am | |
| And it's | one more night | in Hollywood |
| G | C | Am | |
| If you | think you might | come to Cali | fornia...I think you should |
| Cborus |
| C | G | D | Am | |
| Drove up to | Hillside Manor | sometime after | two a.m. |
| C | G | C | |
| And | talked a little | while about the | year |
| G | D | Am | |
| I guess the | winter makes you | laugh a little | slower, |
| C | G | C | |
| Makes you | talk a little | lower about the | things you could not |
| show her |
| G | D | Am | |
| And it's been a long | December and there's | reason to | believe |
| C | G | C | |
| Maybe | this year will be | better than the | last |
| G | D | Am | |
| I can't | remember all the | times I tried to | tell my myself |
| C | G | C | |
| To | hold on to these | moments as they | pass |
| G | C | Am | |
| And it's | one more day up | in the can | yons |
| G | C | Am | |
| And it's | one more night | in Hollywood |
| G | C | Am | |
| It's | been so long since I've | seen the ocean | ...I guess I should |
| Cborus |
| Any questions or comments can be sent to max_Entropy@juno.com |