Mickey Newbury - The 33rd of August lyrics

Lord 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 a blind man sings his songs But he can see what they can't understand Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' 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 I put my dangerous feelings under lock and chain Guess I k**ed my violent nature with a smile Though the demons danced and sung their songs within my fevered brain Not all my God-like thoughts Lord were defiled Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down Eight days from Sunday find me Saturday bound