The 3Rd Of August

D  G  A  D

[Verse]
D                                G
Well, today there's no salvation
The band's packed up and gone
             A

And I'm left standing with my penny,
                     D
 in my hand
D
There's a big crowd at the station
  G                       A
Where the blind man sings his song
But he sees, Lord, what they can't 
                            D
understand

[Chorus]
           G
It's the 33rd of August, Lord
                                  D
And I'm finally coming down
        Em

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Eight days from Sunday finds me, 
   A                 D
Saturday bound

[Verse]
D                                 
Once I stumbled through the 
         G
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
And outside my cell, it sure as 
         D
hell, it looked like rain
D                                 
Now I've got my, dangerous feeling
     G

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

[Chorus/Outro]
D                                 
Yesterday's newspaper, forecast no
                         Em     A
 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