Confirmation Songtext
von Chris Smither

I need confirmation of my duties
Help me get my poor life back in line
If I tell you what the hell I′m up to
Maybe you can tell what's on my mind

′Cause I don't pick no cotton and I never pick my nose
I couldn't pick a pocket in a pile of dirty clothes
But I pick ′em and I choose ′em
I pick the locks that used to keep me in
And I pick 'em up, I put ′em down
That's how I get around but it′s wearin' thin
I pick ′em up, I put 'em down
That's how I get around but it′s wearin′ thin


I don't drive no bargains and I never drive a car
Couldn′t drive a wagon if you hitched it to a star
But I'll drive you crazy, make you wonder who you are
Drive nails in your coffin but I don′t often let it get that far
Drive nails in your coffin but I don't often let it get that far

Help me get these pieces back together
Make it so the seams don′t seem to show
I had it patched with bits of glue and leather
How it fell apart, I'll never know

'Cause I don′t look for trouble but it finds me all the same
If you hear me shout, just look out, ′cause it's callin′ me by name
It's lookin′ still, it always will
If looks could kill, I'd be six feet underground

And I never was good lookin′
But now I'm too old to let that get me down
And you know I never was good lookin'
But now I′m too old to let that get me down
And you know I never was good lookin′
But now I'm too old to let that get me down