David Allan Coe The 33rd of August

D  G  A  D  

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


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