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