Today, theres no salvation, the bands packed up and gone

Left me standing with my penny in my hand

theres a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song

But he can see what they cant understand.



(CHORUS)

Its the thirty-third of August and Im finlly touching down

Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound.



Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees

A thousand voices screamin in my brain

Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy

Outside my cell as sure as hell, it looked like rain.



But now Ive got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain

Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile

Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain

Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled.



Mickey Newbury

Copyright 1969 by Acuff-Rose Publications, Inc.

BMI 3:42