the thirty-third of august - mickey newbury lyrics
well, today there’s no salvation,
the band’s packed up and gone.
left me standin’ with my penny in my hand.
there’s a big crowd at the station,
where a blind man sings his songs.
he can see what i can’t understand.
it’s the thirty-third of august,
and i am finally touchin’ down.
eight days from sunday, lord.
sat-rday bound.
eight days from sunday, lord.
and i’m sat-rday bound.
once i stumbled through the darkness,
tumbled to my knees,
a thousand voices screamin’ through my brain.
woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy.
and outside my cell it sure as h-ll,
it looks like rain.
it’s the thirty-third of august,
and i am finally touchin’ down.
eight days of sunday,
sat-rday bound.
[vocal stylings.]
now i’ve put my angry feelings,
under lock and chain.
hide my violent nature with a smile.
though the demons dance and sing their songs,
within my fevered brain,
not all my god-like thoughts, lord, are defiled.
and it’s the thirty-third of august,
i am finally touching down.
eight days from sunday,
sat-rday bound.
eight days from sunday, lord.
and i’m sat-rday bound.
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