It's that time of year again!

 It's that time of year again. Here is the late Mickey Newberry and the 33rd of August, 

"Lord today there's no salvation
The bands packed up and gone
Left me standing with my pennies in my hand
There's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his songs
But he can see what they can't understand

Its the thirty-third of August, and I'm finally touchin' down
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound

Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees
A thousand voices screamin' through my brain
Woke up in a squad car busted down for vagrancy
Outside my cell as sure as hell it looked like rain

Its the thirty-third of August, and I'm finally touchin' down
Eight days from Sunday Lord I'm Saturday bound 

But now I put my dangerous feelings under lock and chain
 Killed my violent nature with a smile
Though the demons danced and sing their songs within my fevered brain
Not all my God-like thoughts Lord are defiled

Its the thirty-third of August, and I'm finally touchin' down
Eight days from Sunday find me Saturday bound"