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Lord, 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
He can see what they can't understand
It's the 33rd of August
And I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday
Brings me Saturday bound
Once I stumbled through the darkness
Tumbled to my knees
A thousand voices screaming in my brain
I woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy
Outside my cell as sure as hell
It looked like rain
It's the 33rd of August
And I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday
Finds me Saturday bound
But now I've got my dangerous feelings
Under lock and chain
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
It's the 33rd of August
And I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday
Brings me Saturday bound
- Album:
- Songbird
- Day After Tomorrow
- Gulf Winds
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- Play Me Backwards
- Come From The Shadows
- Born To The Breed A Tribute To Judy Collins
- Carry It On
- One Day At A Time
- Joan Baez
- Joan Baez Vol. 2
- Dark Chords On A Big Guitar
- Joan Baez 5
- Blessed Are...
- Joan
- Gone From Danger
- Where Are You Now My Son?
- Speaking Of Dreams
- Gracias A La Vida
- How Sweet The Sound