paroles de chanson The Thirty Third of August - Waylon Jennings
Today
there′s
no
salvation
band's
packed
up
and
gone
I′m
left
standing
with
my
penny
in
my
hand
Down
at
railroad
station
a
blind
man
sings
his
song
I
think
he
sees
things
I
don't
understand.
It's
the
33rd
of
August
And
I′m
finally
touching
down
Eight
days
from
Sunday
Finds
me
Saturday
bound.
I
stumbled
through
the
darkness
tumble
to
my
knees
A
thousand
voices
screaming
in
my
brain
Wound
up
in
a
squad
car
busted
down
for
vacancy
Outside
my
cell
it′s
sure
as
hell
looks
just
like
rain.
It's
the
33rd
of
August
And
I′m
finally
touching
down
Eight
days
from
Sunday
Finds
me
Saturday
bound.
I've
put
my
dangerous
feelings
under
lock
and
chain
Killed
my
violent
nature
with
a
smile
Let
the
demons
danced
and
sang
their
songs
within
my
fevered
brain
Not
all
my
God
like
thoughts
were
defiled.
It′s
the
33rd
of
August
And
I'm
finally
touching
down
Eight
days
from
Sunday
Finds
me
Saturday
bound...
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