The 33rd Of August chords
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[INTRO]
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[VERSE]
[D]Well, today there's n[G]o salvation
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 [A]man sings 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 find[A]s me, Saturday bou[D]nd
[D]Once I stumbled through the dar[G]kness
Fell down to my knees [A]
A thousand voices s[D]creaming in my brain
[D]Woke up, in a squad car
Busted down [G]for vagrancy [A]
And outside my cell, it sur[D]e as hell, it looked like rain
[D]Now I've got my, dangerous [G]feeling
Under lock and cha[A]in, I've killed my viole[D]nt nature with a smile
[D]Though the demons danced and sang their s[G]ongs
Within my fever[A]ed brain
Not all my God-like thou[D]ghts, Lord, were defiled
[CHORUS]
[D]Yesterday's newspaper, forecast no ra[Em]in for [A]today
Yesterday's news was[D] old news, 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, i[A]t sure as hell, it looks like rain
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[VERSE]
[D]Well, today there's n[G]o salvation
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 [A]man sings 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 find[A]s me, Saturday bou[D]nd
[D]Once I stumbled through the dar[G]kness
Fell down to my knees [A]
A thousand voices s[D]creaming in my brain
[D]Woke up, in a squad car
Busted down [G]for vagrancy [A]
And outside my cell, it sur[D]e as hell, it looked like rain
[D]Now I've got my, dangerous [G]feeling
Under lock and cha[A]in, I've killed my viole[D]nt nature with a smile
[D]Though the demons danced and sang their s[G]ongs
Within my fever[A]ed brain
Not all my God-like thou[D]ghts, Lord, were defiled
[CHORUS]
[D]Yesterday's newspaper, forecast no ra[Em]in for [A]today
Yesterday's news was[D] old news, 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, i[A]t sure as hell, it looks like rain
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