| Well, when I woke up this morning
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| The sky was so bright
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| It’d been a raining for days
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| Now it seemed like everything was a gonna be alright
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| But still those November winds keep a blowing
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| And I’m forgetting just where to begin
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| And then I’m lost in confusion again
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| Yes, I’m lost in confusion again
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| Well, the broom straw is a dying
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| Various shades of brown
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| And over the hill I can see the skyline
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| Of the most famous Georgia college town
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| Still those November winds keep a blowing
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| And I’m forgetting just where to begin
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| Then I’m lost in confusion again
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| Yes, I’m lost in confusion again
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| Just when I think I’ve tied up all my little ravels
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| I come across a new row of tatters
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| It seems I’m getting sick of a taking care of
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| Life and other matters
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| Well, there’s a few hundred blackbirds
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| That’s a covering my yard
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| They’re a falling from the trees like pecans
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| Except they ain’t hitting the ground quite as hard
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| Still those November winds keep on a blowing
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| And I’m forgetting just where to begin
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| And I’m lost in confusion again
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| Yes, I’m lost in confusion again |