Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление
Worked out on request for caleb.greenwell from US
Songwriters: Mickey Newbury
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Here is the list of all the songs I did upload for UG:
https://www.ultimate-guitar.com/contribution/3817887-frans.vanuytv/tabs?sort=-date&page=1&per-page=50
[Intro]
| 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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