The 3rd of August
David Allan Coe Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of David Allan Coe's song The 3rd of August are imbued with a sense of loss and desolation. The singer is standing, penniless, at the train station where he used to watch his favorite band perform, but now they are nowhere to be found. Instead, there's a large crowd gathered to listen to a blind man singing. The irony is that although the blind man can't physically see, he has a deeper insight into the world than most sighted people. The singer mentions how this man can see things that others can't.


The song's title, The 3rd of August, is a significant date for the singer. It represents a turning point in his life, a day when he finally starts to "come down" from the high he has been on. The singer describes how he used to stumble around in the darkness, like a blind man, until finally falling to his knees. He was then arrested for vagrancy, and the demons in his head seemed to be taking over. However, he managed to keep some of his "God-like thoughts" intact, despite the turmoil in his brain.


The song is a poignant meditation on life's ups and downs, the fleeting nature of success and fame, and the inner struggles we all face. The singer's journey seems to have taken him from a place of despair and self-destruction to a more peaceful state, although there are still moments when the pain and darkness return.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, today there's no salvation
I have no hope for redemption today


The band's packed up and gone
The entertainment has ended and the performers have left


And I'm left standing with my penny in my hand
I am alone and penniless


There's a big crowd at the station
Many people have gathered at the station


Where the blind man sings his song
A visually-impaired man is singing a tune


But he sees, Lord, what they can't understand
The blind man perceives what others cannot


It's the 33rd of August, Lord
The date is surreal and beyond comprehension


And I'm finally coming down
I am returning back to reality


Eight days from Sunday
A long period of time


Finds me Saturday bound
I am trapped and limited


Once I stumbled through the darkness
I was lost and confused


Fell down to my knees
I was overwhelmed and collapsed


A thousand voices screaming in my brain
I was tormented by countless thoughts


Woke up in a squad car
I was apprehended by the police


Busted down for vagrancy
I was arrested for being homeless


And outside my cell, it sure as hell, it looked like rain
The weather was gloomy outside my prison cell


Now I've got my dangerous feeling
I still have a sense of instability and danger


Under lock and chain I've killed my violent nature with a smile
I have suppressed my violent tendencies for my own sake


Though the demons danced and sang their songs
Negative thoughts and desires still linger within me


Within my fevered brain
My mind is troubled and restless


Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled
I still have some righteous and noble thoughts


Yesterday's newspaper forecast no rain for today
The previous day's newspaper predicted clear weather


Yesterday's news was old news
Yesterday's information is no longer relevant


So I threw it away
I discarded the obsolete information


Sometimes at night, Lord, you know
Occasionally I feel


I can still feel the pain
I am still haunted by my past


And, outside my cell, it sure as hell, it looks like rain
The dreadful weather continues to serve as a reminder of my difficult situation




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Dr. Craphead


on Damn I Wish I Was a Nigger

The song is not by David Allan Coe

Niggerhatingme


on Nigger Hatin Me

I like sugar and I like tea
But I don't like niggers, no sir-e
There are two lone things that'll make me puke
That's a hog eating slop and a big black spook

You know it, 'cuz I show it
Like a barnyard rooster I crow it
And the NAACP would sure like to get
A hold of nigger hatin' me.

Roses are red and violets are blue
Niggers are black and you know that's true
But they don't mind 'cuz what the heck
You gotta' be black to get a welfare check.

.And I'm broke, no joke. I ain't got a nickle
For a coat and I ain't black you see, so Uncle
Sam won't help poor nigger hatin' me.

Jigga-boo Jigga-boo where are you? I was
Here on the woodpile watching you. Jigga-boo
Jigga-boo come outdoors. No! I'sa scared of the

White man way down south.

You know it, 'cuz I show it. Stick your black
Head out and I blow it and the NAACP can't keep
You away from 'lil 'ol nigger hatin' me.

Mirror mirror on the wall who is the blackest
Of them all? A man named King it ain't no doubt
And he's causin' lots of trouble with his baboon
Mouth. Oh no it's he's a done it, caused by the
Trouble he's a brewin' and the NAACP can't win if
The white man stick with nigger hatin' me.

Hey Mr. President what'd ya say? When are we
Whites gonna have our day? The niggers've had
Theirs for such a long long time. I'm a white
And it's time that I had mine.

You know it, 'cuz I show it. Stick your black head
Out and I blow it and the NAACP can't win if the
White man stick with nigger hatin' me.

Nigger hatin me'
Nigger hatin me'
Nigger hatin me'
Nigger hatin me'

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Ben - Moderator


on Nigger hatin me

Jigga-boo come outdoors. No! I'sa scared of the White man way down south.

Meaning of this line above has now been corrected

Matt


on Nigger hatin me

Who ever did the meaning lines is funny... woodpile is a real term, and when it says jig aboo come out doors, he imitates a poor sounding guy saying he's afraid of the racist whites from the south cuz if they even show themselves in public, they were a target. This is a bad song about the unspoken truth

cemegonuts


on You piss me off...you fuckin' jerk

This is not David Allen Coe. It is a song written by Gaye Delorme and performed by Garry Lee and Showdown.

Teresa Warnke


on Pick Em, Lick Em, Stick Em

Are there any decent constitutional lawyers in the house?
Mr. Coe has been barred from performing in most public forums.
He is one the last surviving Outlaws of country music. Although, Nigger Fucker has racist theme, Mr. Coe was defended by his life long friend, Charlie Pride, who inspired the song, all of his days. They were close friends until the end.
David Allen COE is elderly and we don't have long to have an opportunity to see him perform. What is more is that he deserves to use his constitutional right to free speech.
Some would like to have this song and many more that feel are offensive removed from existence. I am not a racist and recognize the foulness of the song, but, I am mature enough to turn off music or any other media that I don't like.
Personally, the Brian Adam's song, "Rum to You", makes me sick, as does Reba Macy tyre's, "Fancy" and "Whoever's in New England".
Ms. Macy tires songs if a mother pimping out her daughter and an abandoned housewife faithfully waiting for her man to return from fucking his mistress hurts women. The Brian Adam's song also hurts women. I do not for a minute believe that this music should never be heard again. It does provide opportunity to discuss these things with younger people.
I am going to delete my YouTube music account because they removed DAC for it's content. I did have much respect for YouTube for it's American spirit and patriotism even though the way they pay their talent is nonsensical. One deletion is a demonstration of what will follow. Eventually this could lead to less freedoms for all of us.
Please don't fall into the currant popular victim trend. Turn off music you don't like and get on with your day.
Or stand up to censorship of the arts.
Thank You,
Teresa Warnke

Rodan


on Cum Stains on the Pillow

Dribble it on her nose!

11inthemoney


on Itty Bitty Titty

Young sex is the best

11inthemoney


on Itty Bitty Titty

Shucks it's cool.

Rodan


on Cum Stains on the Pillow

Another AWESOME DAC song that makes me bellylaugh!!!

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