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Mickey Newbury – The Thirty-Third Of August 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.
Saturday bound.
Eight days from Sunday, Lord.
And I'm Saturday 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 hell,
It looks like rain.
It's the thirty-third of August,
And I am finally touchin' down.
Eight days of Sunday,
Saturday 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,
Saturday bound.
Eight days from Sunday, Lord.
And I'm Saturday bound.
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.
Saturday bound.
Eight days from Sunday, Lord.
And I'm Saturday 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 hell,
It looks like rain.
It's the thirty-third of August,
And I am finally touchin' down.
Eight days of Sunday,
Saturday 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,
Saturday bound.
Eight days from Sunday, Lord.
And I'm Saturday bound.
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