The 33rd Of August - Joan Baez

Today, there’s no salvation, the band’s packed up and gone

Left me standing with my penny in my hand

There’s a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song

But he can see what they can’t understand

Its the thirty-third of August and I’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 I’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