Willie Nelson – The Thirty-Third Of August (Guitar)

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https://open.spotify.com/track/404QRxbkrZoGCQq9rSR7JP?si=a9bd41588e74434e Worked out on request for caleb.greenwell from US Songwriters: Mickey Newbury If you like my "work" don't hesitate to add favorite or to give it the STARS it deserves (with explanation?). Here is the list of all the songs I did upload for UG: https://www.ultimate-guitar.com/contribution/3817887-frans.vanuytv/tabs?sort=-date&page=1&per-page=50 [Intro] | A | A || [Verse 1]
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Well, today there's no salvation,     the band's packed up and gone,

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  left me standin'   with a penny in my hand.

          A                        A         D                   A
There's a big crowd at the station   where a blind man sings his songs

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  and he can see   what I can't understand.
[Chorus]
         D               D              D                A        A
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,

A                 A             E              A           A
  eight days from Sunday, Lord,   I'm Saturday-bound.
[Verse 2]
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Once I stumble through the darkness,     tumble to my knees,

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  a thousand voices   screamin' through my brain.

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  Woke up in the squad car,   busted down for vagrancy,

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and outside my cell,   sure as hell,   it looked like rain.
[Chorus]
         D               D              D                A        A
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,

A                 A             E              A           A
  eight days from Sunday, Lord,   I'm Saturday-bound.
[Interlude] | A | A7 | D | A | | A | A | E | E | | A | A7 | D | A | | A | E | A | A | [Verse 3]
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Now I put my angry feelin'     under lock and chain,

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  I hide my violent nature with a smile.

           A                           A7    D                   A
Though the demons dance and sing their songs   within my fevered brain,

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not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, are defiled.
[Chorus]
         D               D              D                A        A
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,

A                 A             E              A           A
  eight days from Sunday, Lord,   I'm Saturday-bound.
[Interlude] | A | A7 | D | A | | A | A | E | E | | A | A7 | D | A | | A | E | A | A7 | [End-Chorus]
         D               D              D                A        A
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,

A                 A             E              A           A E A
  eight days from Sunday, Lord,   I'm Saturday-bound.