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 the blind man sings his song
But he can see what they cant understand.
(CHORUS)
Its the thirty-third of August and Im finlly 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 Ive 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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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 the blind man sings his song
But he can see what they cant understand.
(CHORUS)
Its the thirty-third of August and Im finlly 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 Ive 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
Left me standing with my penny in my hand
theres a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song
But he can see what they cant understand.
(CHORUS)
Its the thirty-third of August and Im finlly 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 Ive 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