the 33rd of august

Joan Baez

Today, thereââ?¬â?¢s no salvation, the bandââ?¬â?¢s packed up and gone
Left me standing with my penny in my hand
thereââ?¬â?¢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 Iââ?¬â?¢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 Iââ?¬â?¢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