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[Verse 1]
AADA
Well, today there's no salvation, the band's packed up and gone,
AAEE
left me standin' with a penny in my hand.
AADA
There's a big crowd at the station where a blind man sings his songs
AEAA7
and he can see what I can't understand.
[Chorus]
DDDAA
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,
AAEAA
eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound.
[Verse 2]
AADA
Once I stumble through the darkness, tumble to my knees,
AAEE
a thousand voices screamin' through my brain.
AA7DA
Woke up in the squad car, busted down for vagrancy,
AAEAA7
and outside my cell, sure as hell, it looked like rain.
[Chorus]
DDDAA
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,
AAEAA
eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound.
[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
AADA
Now I put my angry feelin' under lock and chain,
AAEE
I hide my violent nature with a smile.
AA7DA
Though the demons dance and sing their songs within my fevered brain,
AEAA7
not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, are defiled.
[Chorus]
DDDAA
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,
AAEAA
eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound.
[Interlude]
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[End-Chorus]
DDDAA
It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,
AAEAAEA
eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound.