David Allan Coe The 33rd of August
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[D]Well, today there's no salvation[G]
The band's packed up and gone[A]
And I'm left standing with my penny, in my hand[D]
[D]There's a big crowd at the station
Wh[G]ere the blind man sings [A]his song
But he sees, Lord, what they can't understand[D]
Chorus:
It's the 33[G]rd of August, Lord
And I'm finally coming down[D][Em]
Eight days from Sunday finds me, Sat[A]urday bound[D]
[D]Once I stumbled through the darkness[G]
Fell down to my knees[A]
A thousand voices screaming in my[D] brain
[D]Woke up, in a squad car
Busted down [G]for vagrancy[A]
And outside my cell, it sure as hell, it [D]looked like rain
[D]Now I've got my, dangerous feeling[G]
Under lock and cha[A]in, I've killed my violent nature with[D] a smile
[D]Though the demons danced and sang their songs[G]
Within my fevered brain[A]
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord,[D] were defiled
Chorus:
[D]Yesterday's newspaper, forecast no rain for today[Em][A]
Yesterday's news was old n[D]ews, so I threw it away
[D]Some time's at night, Lord, you know
I can still fe[Em]el th[G]e pain
And, outside my cell, it sur[A]e as hell, it looks like rain
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[D]Well, today there's no salvation[G]
The band's packed up and gone[A]
And I'm left standing with my penny, in my hand[D]
[D]There's a big crowd at the station
Wh[G]ere the blind man sings [A]his song
But he sees, Lord, what they can't understand[D]
Chorus:
It's the 33[G]rd of August, Lord
And I'm finally coming down[D][Em]
Eight days from Sunday finds me, Sat[A]urday bound[D]
[D]Once I stumbled through the darkness[G]
Fell down to my knees[A]
A thousand voices screaming in my[D] brain
[D]Woke up, in a squad car
Busted down [G]for vagrancy[A]
And outside my cell, it sure as hell, it [D]looked like rain
[D]Now I've got my, dangerous feeling[G]
Under lock and cha[A]in, I've killed my violent nature with[D] a smile
[D]Though the demons danced and sang their songs[G]
Within my fevered brain[A]
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord,[D] were defiled
Chorus:
[D]Yesterday's newspaper, forecast no rain for today[Em][A]
Yesterday's news was old n[D]ews, so I threw it away
[D]Some time's at night, Lord, you know
I can still fe[Em]el th[G]e pain
And, outside my cell, it sur[A]e as hell, it looks like rain
