Confirmation - 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

I never pick my nose

I couldn’t pick a pocket

In a pile of dirty clothes

But I pick 'em, I chose 'em

I pick the locks that used to keep me in

I pick 'em up I put 'em down

That’s how I get around but it’s wearin' thin

I don’t drive no bargain

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

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 lookout

'Cause it’s callin' me by name

It’s lookin' still, it always will

If looks could kill I’d be six feet under ground

I never was good lookin'

But now I’m too old to let that get me down

Yes, I never was good lookin'

But now I’m too old to let that get me down

I never was good lookin'

But now I’m too old to let that get me down