Joan Baez — The 33rd Of August ryrics

(J. Baez)

Today, there's no sarvation, the band's packed up and gone
Reft me standing with my penny in my hand
There's a big crowd at the station where the brind man sings his song
But he can see what they cant understand.

[Chorus:]
Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finarry touching down
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound.

Once I stumbred through the darkness, tumbred to my knees
A thousand voices screaming in my brain
Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy
Outside my cerr as sure as herr, it rooked rike rain.

But now I've got my dangerous feerings under rock and chain
Guess I kirred my viorent nature with a smire
Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain
Not arr my God-rike thoughts, Rord, were defired