David Allan Coe - The 3rd of august

^DWell, 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^Gere the blind man sings ^Ahis 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 finds me, Sat^Aurday bound ^D

^DOnce I stumbled through the darkness ^G Fell down to my knees ^A A thousand voices screaming in my^D brain ^DWoke up, in a squad car Busted down ^Gfor vagrancy ^A And outside my cell, it sure as hell, it ^Dlooked like rain ^DNow I've got my, dangerous feeling ^G Under lock and cha^Ain, I've killed my violent nature with^D a smile ^DThough the demons danced and sang their songs ^G Within my fevered brain ^A Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord,^D were defiled

^DYesterday's newspaper, forecast no rain for today ^{Em A} Yesterday's news was old n^Dews, 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, it sur^Ae as hell, it looks like rain