Joan Baez - The 33rd of august

Lord today, there's no salvation, ^Cthe band's packed up and gone ^DLeft me standing with my penny in ^Gmy hand There's a big crowd at the station where the ^Cblind man sings his song But ^Dhe can see what they can't under^Gstand

Its the ^Cthirty-third of August and I'm finally touching ^Gdown ^AmEight days from Sunday leaves m^De Saturday ^Gbound

^GOnce I stumbled through the darkness, ^Ctumbled to my knee^Ds A thousand voices screaming in ^Gmy brain Woke up in a squad car, busted ^Cdown for vagrancy ^DOutside my cell as sure as hell, it ^Glooked like rain

Its the ^Cthirty-third of August and I'm finally touching ^Gdown ^AmEight days from Sunday leaves m^De Saturday ^Gbound

^GBut now I've got my dangerous feelings ^Cunder lock and chain ^DKilled my violent nature with a ^Gsmile Though the demons danced and sang their song with^Cin my fevered brain ^DNot all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were de^Gfiled

Its the ^Cthirty-third of August and I'm finally touching ^Gdown ^AmEight days from Sunday leaves m^De Saturday ^Gbound