33rd Of August Lyrics - Singles - 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