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The 33rd Of August

Today, there?s no salvation, the band?s packed up and gone

Left me standing with my penny in my hand

there?s a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song

But he can see what they can?t understand.


It?s the thirty-third of August and I?m fin?lly 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 I?ve 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

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