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Mickey Newbury - The Thirty-Third Of August Lyrics

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  • 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.

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