Trusting Old Soul - Steve Forbert

I’m a trusting old soul, babe,

And I guess I’ll never change

I’m a trusting old soul

And I guess that I’m never gonna change

I’ve done it all the hard way

And I dug it, too

I’m just that strange

I’m a trusting old soul, babe,

And I guess I’ll always be

I’m a trusting old soul

And I guess that I’ll always be I drive down by the poorhouse

And ev’rybody looks like me

I’m a trusting old soul, babe,

And I guess I’ll never learn

I’m a trusting old soul

And I guess that I’ll never learn

I walk out in my swimsuit

And ev’rytime I wind up burned

I’m a trusting old soul, babe,

And I guess I’ll never see

I’m a trusting old soul

And I guess that I’ll never see

There’s so many salesmen

In line to meet a mark like me

I’m a trusting old soul, babe,

And I guess I’ll stay that way

I’m a trusting old soul, doll

I guess I’m gonna stay that way

The birds are busy singin'

I can hear 'em any clear, blue day

Yeah, the birds are busy singin'

I hear 'em any clear, blue day

Birds are busy singin'

I hear 'em any clear, blue day