Round Here tab - counting crows

From: ken@cloudbusting.apple.com (Ken McLeod)

-- ROUND HERE --    Counting Crows


Intro & verse riff:                  (alternate fingering)

E|-----5-p3-----5-p3-----3---|        E|-----5--------5------------|
B|---3--------3--------3-----|        B|-------8--------8------8---|
G|---------------------------|        G|---7--------7--------7-----|
D|---------------------------|        D|---------------------------|
A|---------------------------|        A|---------------------------|
E|---------------------------|        E|---------------------------|

G (riff)
Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you   the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again
Where?  I don't know
Maria says she's dying.  Through the door, I hear her crying
Why?  I don't know

          C       D               Em       G/D
    Round here we always stand up straight
          C    D             Em   G/D
    Round here something radiates

G (riff)
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house   Takes her clothes off,
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous

          C          D               Em     G/D
    Round here we're carving out our names
          C    D               Em    G/D
    Round here we all look the same
          C                      D
    Round here we talk just like lions
           Em             G/D
    But we sacrifice like lambs
          C          D                   Em       A  D        A
    Round here she's slipping through my hands    /  /    Oh...

    G/D                      D            A      G/D        D         A
    Sleeping children got to run like the wind   Out of the lightning dream
    G/D                       D           A    G/D        D
    Mama's little baby better get herself in   Out of the lightning

G (riff)
She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shhh...I know it's only in my head."
But the girl on the car in the parking lot
says: "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building   and she says she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life;   she must be tired of something.

          C          D            Em    G/D
    Round here she's always on my mind
          C    D             Em    G/D
    Round here I got lots of time
          C                            D
    Round here we're never sent to bed early
      Em            G/D
    Nobody makes us wait
          C               D         Em        G/D
    Round here we stay up very very very very late

                C        D              Em    G/D
    I can't see nothing, nothing around here
                        C                            D
    You catch me if I'm falling, you catch me if I'm falling
                                 Em                 G/D
    Will you catch me 'cause I'm falling down round here

G (riff)
I said I'm under the gun round here
I'm innocent, I'm under the gun round here
I can't see nothing, nothing round here.


CHORDS:    C   x32010    G   320003    D  xx0232
           Em  022000    G/D 320033    A  x02220


From: kight@suntan.ec.usf.edu. (Darryl Kight (CH))
Subject: TAB: "Round Here"  - Counting Crows

Here is what I've come up with for "Round Here" by Counting Crows.
I think it is right, but after downloading Mr. Jones form nevada and seeing
what I had left out, I'm not so sure, but here it is anyway for your 
approval and revision:



E|--------------------------|
A|--------------------------|
D|--------------------------|
G|--------------------------|
B|-3-------3--------3-------|
E|---5--3----5--3-----3-----|

repeat 4x for intro and throughout verses

Verse:

Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain
through myself and back again
Where?  I don't know
Maria says she's dying
through the door I hear her crying
Why?  I don't know

Chorus:

      C      D                  Em     G
Round here we always stand up straight
      C    D             Em    G
Round here something radiates

Verse:

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
she parks her car outside of my house
takes her clothes off
says she's close to understanding Jesus
she knows she's just a little misunderstood
she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous

Chorus:

      C          D                Em    G
Round here we're carving out our names
      C    D                Em   G
Round here we all look the same
      C                       D
Round here we talk just like lions
        Em             G
But we sacrifice like lambs
    C             D                  Em     G
Round here she's slipping through my hands


Bridge:  (Please fill in the blanks)

Sleeping children got to run like the wind

out of the lightning dream

Mama's little baby better get herself in

out of the lightning


Verse:

She says It's only in my head
She says Shhh I know it's only in my head
But the girl in car in the parking lot
says "Man you should try to take a shot
can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building 
and says she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life
she must be tired of something


Chorus:

      C           D            Em    G
Round here she's always on my mind
      C            D           Em   G
Round here hey man got lots of time
      C                            D
Round here we're never sent to bed early
    Em               G
And nobody makes us wait
      C               D           Em         G       
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late


Please email me if there are any corrections.  I try to read this group as
often as possible, but sometimes I miss articles.

Thanks,

Darryl Kight  (kight@suntan.eng.usf.edu)

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Counting Crows - Round Here
"The first way Counting Crows ever sounded, it was me and Dave in bars and coffee houses playing open mics, doing this song this way. The song begins with a guy walking out the front door of his house, and leaving behind this woman . But the more he begins to leave people behind in his life, the more he feels like he's leaving himself behind as well. The less and less substantial he feels like he's becoming to himself. And that's sorta what the song's about because he feels that even as he disappears from the lives of people, he's disappearing more and more from his own life. The chorus is, he sorta keeps screaming out these idioms these lessons that your mother might say to you when you were a kid, sorta child lessons ya know, 'round here we always stand up straight'..'carving out our names'." These are the words of Adam Duritz, Counting Crows and Himalayan front man, and co-writer of the song. This is the Original Music video for the Counting Crow hit 'Round Here'

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Counting Crows - Round Here With Lyrics
Plz Comment Rate and Sub! Counting Crows - Round Here Step out the front door like a ghost Into the fog where no one notices The contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you The angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain Through myself and back again Where? I don't know Maria says she's dying Through the door I hear her crying Why? I don't know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house Takes her clothes off Says she's close to understanding Jesus She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous Round here we're carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here she's slipping through my hands Sleeping children better run like the wind out of the lightning dream Mama's little baby better get herself in out of the lightning She says "it's only in my head" She says "Shhhhh I know it's only in my head" But the girl on the car in the parking lot Says "Man you should try to take a shot Can't you see my walls are crumbling?" Then she looks up at the building Says she's thinking of jumping She says she's tired of life She must be tired of something Round here she's always on my mind Round here hey man got lots of time Round here we're never sent to bed early and nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late I can't see nothing.. nothing round here Will you catch if I'm falling Will you catch me if I'm falling Will you catch me cause I'm falling down on you I said I'm under the gun around here I'm innocent I'm under the gun around here And I can't see nothing Nothing round here

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