| A | A || [Verse 1] A A D A Well, today there's no salvation, the band's packed up and gone, A A E E left me standin' with a penny in my hand. A A D A There's a big crowd at the station where a blind man sings his songs A E A A7 and he can see what I can't understand. [Chorus] D D D A A It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down, A A E A A eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound. [Verse 2] A A D A Once I stumble through the darkness, tumble to my knees, A A E E a thousand voices screamin' through my brain. A A7 D A Woke up in the squad car, busted down for vagrancy, A A E A A7 and outside my cell, sure as hell, it looked like rain. [Chorus] D D D A A It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down, A A E A A eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound. [Interlude] | A | A7 | D | A | | A | A | E | E | | A | A7 | D | A | | A | E | A | A | [Verse 3] A A D A Now I put my angry feelin' under lock and chain, A A E E I hide my violent nature with a smile. A A7 D A Though the demons dance and sing their songs within my fevered brain, A E A A7 not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, are defiled. [Chorus] D D D A A It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down, A A E A A eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound. [Interlude] | A | A7 | D | A | | A | A | E | E | | A | A7 | D | A | | A | E | A | A7 | [End-Chorus] D D D A A It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down, A A E A A E A eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound.
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