Counting Crows - A long december

^Bb a long Dec^Fember and there's r^Ceason to bel^Gmieve Bb F Bb * Maybe this year will be better than the last ^Gm I can't remem^Bbber the l^Fast thing that you s^Caid as you were ^Gmleavin' Now the ^Fdays go by so ^Bbfast F Bb Gm ** And it's one more day up in the canyons And it's ^Fone more night ^Bbin Hollywood^Gm If you ^Fthink that I could ^Bbbe forg^Gmiven... I wish you would.

^F Na, na-na,^Bb na. N^Gma, na-na, na-n^Bba, na-na, na, na. ^F Na, na-na,^Bb na. Y^Gmeah...

^Bb The smell of h^Fospitals in w^Cinter And the ^Gmfeeling that it's ^Bball a lot of o^Fysters, but no p^Bbearls ^Gm All at ^Bbonce you look ac^Fross a crowded r^Coom To see the ^Gmway that light at^Ftaches to a ^Bbgirl And it's ^Fone more day up ^Bbin the cany^Gmons And it's ^Fone more night in ^BbHollywood^Gm If you ^Fthink you might ^Bbcome to Calif^Gmornia... I think you should

^F Na, na-na,^Bb na. N^Gma, na-na, na-n^Bba, na-na, na, na. ^F Na, na-na,^Bb na. Y^Gmeah...

^Bb Drove up to H^Fillside Manor s^Cometime after t^Gmwo a.m. And ^Bbtalked a little w^Fhile about the y^Bbear ^Gm I guess the ^Bbwinter makes you l^Faugh a little s^Clower, Makes you t^Gmalk a little l^Fower about the t^Bbhings you could not

And it's been a ^Bblong D^Fecember and there's r^Ceason to bel^Gmieve Maybe ^Bbthis year will be b^Fetter than the l^Bbast ^Gm I can't re^Bbmember all the ti^Fmes I tried to t^Cell my myself To ^Gmhold on to these ^Fmoments as they ^Bbpass And it's ^Fone more day up ^Bbin the cany^Gmons And it's ^Fone more night ^Bbin Hollywood^Gm It's ^Fbeen so long since I've ^Bbseen the ocean^Gm... I guess I should

^F Na, na-na,^Bb na. N^Gma, na-na, na-n^Bba, na-na, na, na. ^F Na, na-na,^Bb na. Y^Gmeah...