The 3rd Of August chords
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[INTRO]
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[VERSE]
[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]
[VERSE]
[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/Outro]
[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]
[VERSE]
[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]
[VERSE]
[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/Outro]
[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
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