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[Verso 1]
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Well, today there's no salvation, the band's packed up and gone,
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left me standin' with a penny in my hand.
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There's a big crowd at the station where a blind man sings his songs
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and he can see what I can't understand.
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It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,
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eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound.
[Verso 2]
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Once I stumble through the darkness, tumble to my knees,
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a thousand voices screamin' through my brain.
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Woke up in the squad car, busted down for vagrancy,
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and outside my cell, sure as hell, it looked like rain.
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It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,
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eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound.
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[Verse 3]
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Now I put my angry feelin' under lock and chain,
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I hide my violent nature with a smile.
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Though the demons dance and sing their songs within my fevered brain,
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not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, are defiled.
[Refrão]
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It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,
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eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound.
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End-Chorus
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It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touchin' down,
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eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound.
Composição: Mickey Newbury
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