The 33Rd Of August

G

                                  C
Lord today, there's no salvation, the band's packed up and gone
D                                 G
Left me standing with my penny in my hand
                                             C
There's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song
    D                               G
But he can see what they can't understand

        C                                               G
Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touching down
Am                             D          G
Eight days from Sunday leaves me Saturday bound

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

        C                                               G
Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touching down
Am                             D          G
Eight days from Sunday leaves me Saturday bound

G                                      C
But now I've got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain
D                               G
Killed my violent nature with a smile
                                                 C
Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain
D                                          G
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled

        C                                               G
Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touching down
Am                             D          G
Eight days from Sunday leaves me Saturday bound

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