Chords for David Allan Coe - 33rd of August

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_ _ _ _ [G] Woooo _ _
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_ _ Woooo
_ [A] _ Doo _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Doo Doo _ Doo
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_ _ _ Well today there's no _ _ salvation _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ Vans packed up and gone
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_ And I'm left standing with my penny _ in [D] my hand _ _
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There's a big crowd at the station
_ _ _ Where [G] the blind man sings his song, _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ but he sees Lord what they _ can't [D] understand.
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_ It's [G] the thirty-third of August, Lord, and I'm finally _ coming [D] _ _
down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Eight days from Sunday finds me [A] _ _ _ Saturday _
[D] ground. _ _ _ _ _ _
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Once I stumbled _ _ _ _ _ through the darkness, _
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fell _ down to my _ knees, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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a thousand _ voices screaming _ _ _ _ in _ my [D] brain. _ _ _ _ _ _
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Woke _ _ _ _ up _ in a squad car, _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G] busted _ _ _ _ _ _ down for _ _ _ _ vagrancy.
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_ _ _ And outside my cell, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
sure as hell, _ _ it looked [D] like rain. _ _ _ _ _ _
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I've got _ my _ _ _ _ _ _ dangerous feeling _ _ _ _ _ under _ _ [G] _
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_ lock and chain. _ _
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_ _ _ I've killed my _ violent nature _ _ _ with _ _ [D] a _ smile. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Though the demons _ _ danced and sang their [E] song _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ within _ my _ _ fevered _ _ brain,
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_ _ _ _ not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, _ _ _ _ were _ _ [D] defiled. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [G] It's the _ thirty-third of _ August, Lord, and I'm finally [Bm] coming _ [D] _
down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Eight days from Sunday finds me [A] _ _ _ _ Saturday [D] _ _ ground. _ _ _ _
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_ _ Yesterday's [Bb] _ [D] newspaper _ _ _ forecast _ _ _ _ no rain for _ [Em] today.
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Yesterday's news was old news, _ _ _ _ so I [D] threw it away. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Sometimes at night, _ Lord, you know, _ _ _ _ _ I can _ still [E] feel the pain.
[Em] _ And _ _
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_ _ _ outside my cell, _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ sure as hell, _ _ _ _ _ [E]
it _ _ looks like rain. _
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