Joan Baez - The 33rd of August lyrics

rate me

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 cant understand.

(CHORUS)

Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touching down

Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound.

Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees

A thousand voices screaming 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