David Allan Coe - The 33rd of august

^DWell, today there's n^Go 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^Gere the blind ^Aman sings his song But he sees, Lord, what they can't understand ^D

It's the 33^Grd of August, Lord And I'm finally coming down ^{D Em} Eight days from Sunday find^As me, Saturday bou^Dnd

^DOnce I stumbled through the dar^Gkness Fell down to my knees ^A A thousand voices s^Dcreaming in my brain ^DWoke up, in a squad car Busted down ^Gfor vagrancy ^A And outside my cell, it sur^De as hell, it looked like rain

^DNow I've got my, dangerous ^Gfeeling Under lock and cha^Ain, I've killed my viole^Dnt nature with a smile ^DThough the demons danced and sang their s^Gongs Within my fever^Aed brain Not all my God-like thou^Dghts, Lord, were defiled

^DYesterday's newspaper, forecast no ra^Emin for ^Atoday Yesterday's news was^D old news, so I threw it away ^DSome time's at night, Lord, you know I can still fe^Emel th^Ge pain And, outside my cell, i^At sure as hell, it looks like rain