The 33Rd Of August

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[Verse]
D                                G
Well, today there's no salvation
                                                 A
The band's packed up and gone
                                                         D
And I'm left standing with my penny, in my hand
D
There's a big crowd at the station
  G                       A
Where the blind man sings his song
                                                               D
But he sees, Lord, what they can't understand

[Chorus]
           G
It's the 33rd of August, Lord
                                  D        Em
And I'm finally coming down
                                    A                 D
Eight days from Sunday finds me, Saturday bound

D                                          G
Once I stumbled through the darkness
                       A
Fell down to my knees
                                 D
A thousand voices screaming in my brain
D
Woke up, in a squad car
            G                   A
Busted down for  vagrancy
                                         D
And outside my cell, it sure as hell, it looked like rain

D                                      G
Now I've got my, dangerous feeling
                  A                                     D
Under lock and chain, I've killed my violent nature with a smile
D                                                          G
Though the demons danced and sang their songs
                         A
Within my fevered brain
                                   D
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled

[Chorus]
D                                                          Em     A
Yesterday's newspaper, forecast no rain for today
                          D
Yesterday's news was old news, so I threw it away
D
Some time's at night, Lord, you know
              Em   G
I can still feel the pain
                            A
And, outside my cell, it sure as hell, it looks like rain