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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
Written by Mickey Newbury