August
Pullin' bulls, haulin' bails, grains about done ripenin'
Summer wanes, so lifts the veil on the hauntin' Augusts brought me
Foreboding feeling in my bones insists there's weather comin'
Though the meadowlarks are callin', cows ain't ballin', no thunderhead
Goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin
Harvest's starting, there's fires in Montana-again
Haze hangs heavy like a heartache
Stinging in my eyes
Prairie gold, hay fever, I'm grieving
August
Bracin' in the stillness makes a gust out of a breath of wind
Stirring up old settled dust summoning ghosts of loss and false promise
Farming accidents, red bird matches the eight month killed my innocence
Learned sorrow's love with no home, and you don't always reap what you sow
So goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin
Harvest's starting, there's fires in Montana-again
Haze hangs heavy like a heartache
Stinging in my eyes
Prairie gold, hay fever, I'm grieving
August
Rivers low, rivers slow, but she won't stop for nothin'
In that fact I have found hope, just as I've found tough lovin'
Oh, goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin
Harvest's starting, there's fires in Montana-again
Haze hangs heavy like a heartache
Stinging in my eyes
Prairie gold, hay fever, I'm grieving
August
Summer wanes, so lifts the veil on the hauntin' Augusts brought me
Foreboding feeling in my bones insists there's weather comin'
Though the meadowlarks are callin', cows ain't ballin', no thunderhead
Goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin
Harvest's starting, there's fires in Montana-again
Haze hangs heavy like a heartache
Stinging in my eyes
Prairie gold, hay fever, I'm grieving
August
Bracin' in the stillness makes a gust out of a breath of wind
Stirring up old settled dust summoning ghosts of loss and false promise
Farming accidents, red bird matches the eight month killed my innocence
Learned sorrow's love with no home, and you don't always reap what you sow
So goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin
Harvest's starting, there's fires in Montana-again
Haze hangs heavy like a heartache
Stinging in my eyes
Prairie gold, hay fever, I'm grieving
August
Rivers low, rivers slow, but she won't stop for nothin'
In that fact I have found hope, just as I've found tough lovin'
Oh, goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin
Harvest's starting, there's fires in Montana-again
Haze hangs heavy like a heartache
Stinging in my eyes
Prairie gold, hay fever, I'm grieving
August
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Writer(s): Kyle Mckearney, Noeline Hofmann
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