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• Artiste: Willie Nelson
• Titre: The Thirty-Third Of August
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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 and 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 and I'm finally touchin' down Eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound