Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt
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
Confusion was written by Vic Chesnutt.
Confusion was produced by Michael Stipe.