Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Mickey Newbury
Well, today there's no salvation
The band's packed up and gone
Left me standin' with my penny in my hand
There's a big crowd at the station
Where a blind man sings his songs
He can see what I can't understand
It's the thirty-third of August
And I am finally touchin' down
Eight days from Sunday, Lord
Saturday bound
Eight days from Sunday, Lord
And I'm Saturday bound
Once I stumbled through the darkness
Tumbled to my knees
A thousand voices screamin' through my brain
Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy
And outside my cell it sure as hell
It looks like rain
It's the thirty-third of August
And I am finally touchin' down
Eight days of Sunday
Saturday bound
[Vocal stylings.]
Now I've put my angry feelings
Under lock and chain
Hide my violent nature with a smile
Though the demons dance and sing their songs
Within my fevered brain
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, are defiled
And it's the thirty-third of August
I am finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday
Saturday bound
Eight days from Sunday, Lord
And I'm Saturday bound
The Thirty-Third of August was written by Mickey Newbury.
The Thirty-Third of August was produced by Will Owsley & Steve Roberts.