The 33rd Of August

	  		
Intro: D  G  A  D   

Verse 
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 

           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 

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