WAYLON JENNINGS - 33RD OF AUGUST lyrics

rate me

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...

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...