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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
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- The Best of Willie Neal Johnson & the Gospel Keynotes
- And Then I Wrote [Remastered & Expanded Edition]
- Summertime: Willie Nelson Sings Gershwin
- It Will Come to Pass: The Metaphysical Worlds and Poetic...
- BAND OF BROTHERS
- To All the Girls...
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- Willie And The Wheel
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- Two Men With The Blues
- Imus Ranch Record
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