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.
Copyright 1969 by Acuff-Rose Publications, Inc.