David Allan Coe – The 33Rd Of August (Guitar)

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Well, today there's no salvation

                                                 A
The band's packed up and gone

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And I'm left standing with my penny, in my hand

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There's a big crowd at the station

  G                       A
Where the blind man sings his song

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But he sees, Lord, what they can't understand

           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

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Once I stumbled through the darkness

                       A
Fell down to my knees

                                 D
A thousand voices screaming in my brain

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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

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Now I've got my, dangerous feeling

                  A                                     D
Under lock and chain, I've killed my violent nature with a smile

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Though the demons danced and sang their songs

                         A
Within my fevered brain

                                   D
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled

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Yesterday's newspaper, forecast no rain for today

                          D
Yesterday's news was old news, so I threw it away

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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