The Thirty-Third Of August - Willie Nelson (威利·纳尔逊)

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

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