the 33rd of august
Singer: david allan coe
well
today there's no salvation
the band's packed up and gone
and i'm left standing with my penny in my hand
there's a big crowd at the station
where the blind man sings his song
but he sees
lord
what they can't understand
it's the 33rd of august
lord
and i'm finally coming down
eight days from sunday
finds me saturday bound
once i stumbled through the darkness
fell down to my knees
a thousand voices screaming in my brain
woke up in a squad car
busted down for vagrancy
and outside my cell
it sure as hell
it looked like rain
now i've got my dangerous feeling
under lock and chain i've killed my violent nature with a smile
though the demons danced and sang their songs
within my fevered brain
not all my god-like thoughts
lord
were defiled
yesterday's newspaper forecast no rain for today
yesterday's news was old news
so i threw it away
some time's at night
lord
you know
i can still feel the pain
and
outside my cell
it sure as hell
it looks like rain