Lyrics Confusion - Vic Chesnutt
                                                Well, 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                woke 
                                                up 
                                                this 
                                                morning
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sky 
                                                was 
                                                so 
                                                bright
 
                                    
                                
                                                It? 
                                                    d 
                                                been 
                                                    a 
                                                raining 
                                                for 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                it 
                                                seemed 
                                                like 
                                                everything 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                gonna 
                                                be 
                                                alright
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                still 
                                                those 
                                                November 
                                                winds 
                                                keep 
                                                    a 
                                                blowing
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I? 
                                                    m 
                                                forgetting 
                                                just 
                                                where 
                                                to 
                                                begin
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                then 
                                                I? 
                                                    m 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                confusion 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes, 
                                                I? 
                                                    m 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                confusion 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                the 
                                                broom 
                                                straw 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                dying
 
                                    
                                
                                                Various 
                                                shades 
                                                of 
                                                brown
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                hill 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                skyline
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                most 
                                                famous 
                                                Georgia 
                                                college 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                those 
                                                November 
                                                winds 
                                                keep 
                                                    a 
                                                blowing
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I? 
                                                    m 
                                                forgetting 
                                                just 
                                                where 
                                                to 
                                                begin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                I? 
                                                    m 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                confusion 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes, 
                                                I? 
                                                    m 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                confusion 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                I? 
                                                ve 
                                                tied 
                                                up 
                                                all 
                                                my 
                                                little 
                                                ravels
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                come 
                                                across 
                                                    a 
                                                new 
                                                row 
                                                of 
                                                tatters
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                seems 
                                                I? 
                                                    m 
                                                getting 
                                                sick 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                taking 
                                                care 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                and 
                                                other 
                                                matters
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                there? 
                                                    s 
                                                    a 
                                                few 
                                                hundred 
                                                blackbirds
 
                                    
                                
                                                That? 
                                                    s 
                                                    a 
                                                covering 
                                                my 
                                                yard
 
                                    
                                
                                                They're 
                                                    a 
                                                falling 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                trees 
                                                like 
                                                pecans
 
                                    
                                
                                                Except 
                                                they 
                                                ain? 
                                                    t 
                                                hitting 
                                                the 
                                                ground 
                                                quite 
                                                as 
                                                hard
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                those 
                                                November 
                                                winds 
                                                keep 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                blowing
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I? 
                                                    m 
                                                forgetting 
                                                just 
                                                where 
                                                to 
                                                begin
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I? 
                                                    m 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                confusion 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes, 
                                                I? 
                                                    m 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                confusion 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Bug
2 Withering
3 Sponge
4 Where Were You
5 Lucinda Williams
6 Florida
7 Stupid Preoccupations
8 Panic Pure
9 Miss Mary
10 Steve Willoughby
11 West of Rome
12 Big Huge Valley
13 Soggy Tongues
14 Little Fugue
15 Nathan
16 Where's the Clock?
17 Latent / Blatant
18 Flying
19 Intro
20 Dying Young
21 Confusion
22 Shippin' Out
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