33rd Of August Lyrics - Singles - 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 

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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 

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