Текст песни The Thirty-Third Of August - Willie Nelson

Well, today there′s no salvation
The band's packed up and gone
Left me standin′ with a penny in my hand
There's a big crowd at the station
Where a blind man sings his songs
And he can see what I can't understand

It′s the thirty-third of August
And I′m finally touchin' down
Eight days from Sunday, Lord
I′m Saturday-bound

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

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

Now I put my angry feelin' under lock and chain
I hide my violent nature with a smile
Though the demons dance and sing their songs
Within my fevered brain
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, are defiled

It′s the thirty-third of August
And I′m finally touchin' down
Eight days from Sunday, Lord
I′m Saturday-bound

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